It had all gone better than Scar had planned. Mufasa had fallen for his words and let him lead the way to where Simba had supposedly been in danger. Playing his part in the whole scheme took more effort than Scar expected. As Mufasa trailed behind him with clear fear and desperation to save his son, the other had to fight to not crack a smirk or chuckle. If only Mufasa had known at the time. But it was too late now...

The entire thing had been a ruse. Simba wasn’t in danger and Mufasa blindly followed him all the way to the top of the gorge. When Mufasa asked him where Simba was, it was all too easy for him to push the king off. He watched as the bigger lion fell all the way down, screaming in fear the entire way down. 

Mufasa had always put up an aura of being infallible and the great kings’ gift to all the pridelanders. Scar always hated the way he flaunted his power and strength. And for all of that strength, Mufasa was nothing more than an oaf in his brother’s eyes. He knew nothing of running a kingdom and bringing about necessary change. But with the king out of the way, he could step in and make his glorious visions a reality.

 Of course there was still the matter of Simba. Even if he were to step in and act as the new ruler that would only last as long as his nephew’s youth. When Simba would become fully grown that would be the end of Scar’s reign as the laws of the kingdom dictated. After having so much go right up to this point, Scar wasn’t going to let everything be eventually taken from him...

At the bottom of the gorge, Mufasa was lying still. He tried but couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried. Though the lion couldn’t move he could still feel and what he felt was searing pain in just about every part of his body. The fall was a long one but when he reached the ground there was a loud ‘snap’ that came from inside of him but it was loud enough to ring out a bit. He tumbled along the sloped land as well, impaling himself on a thick, jagged spear-like branch along the way. When his body stopped moving, leaving the king on his side, Mufasa could feel that the branch was deep in his stomach. 

Aside from the pain there wasn’t much that Mufasa could comprehend. There was a persisting faint ringing in his ears and his vision was drifting in and out of blurriness. At most he was currently nearsighted, unable to see anything beyond a few feet in front of him clearly. Mufasa had to admit to himself that this was a perilous situation. On top of being unable to move, the lion could feel himself just getting weaker with every passing second. Fear raced through him as he realized that he was slowly dying...

For a small while he was just by himself, feeling the pain ebbing through him without end. He could feel the warmth and wetness soaking into the fur of his stomach. As the crimson fluid continued to leak out of him, he could smell the scent of blood, growing more intense. As more came out, Mufasa felt himself becoming fainter. 

“Dad!” Mufasa heard the voice of his son, Simba. The cub and future king had found him. Mufasa wished he could get up and say something to him. But his body refused to work with his desires. He felt trapped within himself. Even as Simba ran up to him, desperately pressing and prodding at him, Mufasa wasn’t able to outwardly respond. 

Not far behind Simba was Scar. As the younger lion was trying to get his father to stand up or at least respond, the black maned lion coldly observed his brother’s body. At a first glance it seemed that Mufasa was already dead but upon a closer observation, Scar could see the other lion breathing still. It seemed that Mufasa couldn’t move on his own and that was likely because of the awkward angle that his head was turned at. Not enough to snap his neck entirely but Scar surmised that his brother was currently paralyzed. 

The king’s body was littered in wounds, some bigger and deeper than others but the most painful looking was the thick severed portion of a dead splintered tree branch that was stabbed deeply into Mufasa’s side. He was bleeding endlessly from it, the life-sustaining fluid trickled out slowly. The deep red stood out among the body of gold. Watching it leak out and down, Scar observed the sizable puddle that slowly spread outwards on the dry earth. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Simba asked his uncle desperately. 
“Why won’t he get up?”

“Oh, Simba...” Scar said, feigning a tone of remorse. “I’m afraid there’s nothing that you nor I can do for your father. It appears that his journey in the “circle of life” is about to come to an end.” 

“You mean he’s...dying..?” Simba asked. Being so young he didn’t fully understand the full gravity of death. But as he currently understood, Simba was distraught at the thought of his father no longer being around. What would he do without him? Despite his uncle’s words, Simba held hope that there was something that he could do for him. 

“We can still help him...right?” Simba asked with pain in his voice. 

“We’re a long way from Pride Rock. There’s no guarantee he can last the journey back. Nevermind the fact that you and I are unable to carry him, let alone for such a great distance,” Scar said objectively. “I’m sorry, Simba but there’s truly nothing we can do for him. But there is something that you can do for me...” 

“W-what is it?” Simba asked with a sniffle. 

Scar reached out, gripping him by the scruff rather roughly. The black maned lion tugged him along until they were both in Mufasa’s line of sight. 

“There’s only one thing standing in between me and my permanent accession to the throne and that’s you, Simba. So how about we give your father a little “show” before he goes..?” Scar asked with a wicked grin on his face. 

He pushed Simba’s head in between his legs. The younger feline suddenly had his face pressed firmly to his uncle’s sheath. Coming out of it was a pink pointed tip, bringing with it the fragrant smell of an aroused adult male lion. At first the prince groaned and struggled against this. One moment he was grieving over his father and now his uncle’s private part was rubbing against his muzzle. 

“Open your mouth, brat!” Scar snarled. He dug his claws in and pierced Simba’s skin. Crying out from the pain, Simba was quick to do as he was told. As soon as he opened his muzzle, Scar pushed forward with his hips. His cock brushed over the cub’s tongue, making him shudder. His length continued to extend from the sheath, quickly getting to its fully erect state.

From there Scar proceeded to thrust into his nephew’s mouth. Simba groaned and began to cry as he was being used, feeling the sharp pain from the claws that were still dug into his skin. The force of the thrusts was moving his head and the claws snatched at even more of him. Along with the pain, he was feeling the wet sinking heat of his own blood. He just couldn’t understand why this was happening. First he had lost his dad and now his uncle was pushing his “thingy” inside of his mouth. Simba had never seen one that was fully out of the sheath, let alone one so big, hard, and leaking a substance that tasted bitter. 

“You should savor this Simba. This shall be the closest thing you’ll ever get to mating. Unfortunately I can’t have you around long enough to one day rise up against me,” Scar felt no qualms about voicing his grand plan. Neither of the golden felines were in any position to stop him. He relished the complete control and pleasure that was his to take. 

Mufasa felt a chill run down his spine when he heard that. Now that he knew what his brother was truly capable of, the dying king had good reason to fear that Scar would do harm to Simba as well. Just the thought ignited a fire in his wounded belly but he was still unable to do anything, no matter how hard he willed himself to just move an inch. That didn’t stop him from trying. He heard Simba’s cries and groans around Scar’s cock. Scar’s claws were sinking in even deeper, tearing at his skin and flesh. While the darker furred lion was feeling more pleasure, the cub was feeling nothing more than increasing pain and agony. Another firm thrust forced his throat to expand beyond its usual means and the barbs along his uncle’s cock roughly scraped against his oral walls. 

While using the cub to his leisure, Scar turned his attention to Mufasa. Though his body was lying useless he could see the angry fire in his brother’s eyes. “Don’t look so hurt, Mufasa. You could consider this an act of mercy. I’ve decided to so graciously allow him a little more time.” 

He looked down at Simba sobbing and bleeding. It gave him such a rush, knowing that his dreams were so close to becoming a reality. And to make that happen, Simba’s own wishes and dreams, all that were held within his small head. All of that potential would need to be...displaced. The soon-to-be new king felt himself getting close and he had something special in mind for the grand moment of release. 

While thrusting away, Scar saw fit to use his nephew as a living scratching post. He made no attempts at being gentle, raking his claws along Simba’s back as a wave of pleasure scorched through him. More blood came freely leaking from the open wounds and Simba’s cries became more intense. For Scar it was almost like music. He preferred this to Simba’s usually endless questions and annoying suggestions for games. The little brat ought to know his place. Before he would go, Scar would make sure that Simba knew who his better was. 

Mufasa was trying his damndest internally, watching his son being abused in every way. He could feel that Simba’s resistance was starting to wane. A lot of blood was leaking out, even more than before with the darker lion still slicing and cutting Simba in any way he saw fit. Not just on his back, but along his chest and sides as well. The sight made Mufasa just as sick as it made him furious. 

Finally Mufasa was able to move something. It was only just a bit but he held onto that feeling and willed that part to keep moving. A more intense kind of pain jolted through him. It was agony but it was at least a sign that he was still alive. That part was his mouth and even without looking he could tell it was broken. Just moving his jaw a bit felt like searing searing fire was shoved into it. He managed to open it enough to make a sound. He couldn’t form proper words as it was also dislocated. But the sound got Scar’s attention. It was the most he could do and unfortunately his brother wasn’t intimidated. 

“Oh... I hope you’re watching, brother..!” Scar groaned as he thrust in with more speed and force. Simba choked and gagged around the length but Scar forced him to keep taking it, just needing a little more. 

Mufasa was watching. He couldn’t move his head to look away. Scar knew this and felt there was no better way for it to play out. So far he had made the golden king watch his own son struggle and mewl, trying desperately to escape his torment. All Mufasa could do was hope that Simba would be let go when he was done, made to run away from the pride lands. The world outside their borders was a harsh one but there was a chance that Simba could somehow survive and live on...

Scar snarled and pushed with extra force but instead of another gag from his son, Mufasa instead heard this...noise. It sounded like a crack. Still unable to do little more than watch, he witnessed Simba’s eyes going bloodshot as they rolled upwards. A gurgling noise came from the cub as he began to spasm. 

A roar came from Scar as he finally came. With his hard grip on Simba, he slowly pushed until through sheer force he ripped through the roof of Simba’s mouth, jamming his cock directly into his nephew’s head, scrambling everything in his small skull. Blood and cum came oozing from Simba’s lifeless eyes, just a bit at first before a multitude of thick gushes came from them. 

Mufasa witnessed it all but he just couldn’t believe it, that his son was really dead before him. If Simba dies here then he would be just another cub that died too soon. Everything that was promised to him would never come to be. Mufasa was willing to accept his own death with the hope that Simba could somehow live on but seeing that hope literally and savagely ripped away hurt worse than the physical pain.  All he could do was scream in his head with tears spilling from his eyes at the sight of Scar’s cock ripping through the top of his son’s skull with so much force that blood and brain matter splattered onto his own face. To his own surprise he managed to roar out, expressing his grief in the most primal of waves but doing that made something ‘snap’ within him. He wasn’t sure what but Mufasa was certain that he wouldn’t be roaring again. A gurgling sound came from his perpetually open mouth, followed by a trickle of blood that ran down his chin. 

Scar was still enjoying his orgasm, completely unfazed by his brother’s final attempt. It was all over now. As the last ropes came from his cock, Simba’s leg and eye twitched. Scar figured his cock as throbbing against a few nerves. The very idea made his climax all the more satisfying. While coming down from the sensation Scar thought about everything that was contained within the lion cub’s brain. All of the annoying songs and reckless ideas that should have gotten him killed ages ago. His barbs were still flaring, tearing through the brain’s matter. With a grin on his face, Scar couldn’t help but wonder how many dreams and memories he had just scrambled and eviscerated. Humping gently into Simba’s head, his flaring barbs continued to grind the cub’s brain into a soft and wet pulp. 

Nearby Mufasa was breathing heavily as he continued to sob. It was the only thing he could do. All of his hope had been taken away from him. While he simply tried to comprehend the sudden and gruesome death of his child, Scar was just chuckling as their eyes met. 

“Let this serve as an example for you,” Scar said. “This is the end of your reign, brother. And there will be nothing or no one to save you.” Rather uncaringly, he looked down at Simba’s skewered head. Both of his paws took hold of Simba’s head. Without much strength he dug a digit from each paw into the hole in Simba’s skull and pulled them away from each other. Simba of course didn’t react to the cracks and ripping of his flesh. A grunt and hard pull was all it took for Scar to rip his nephew’s head in half, splitting it apart like a coconut. Between the two halves was Simba’s ruined brain, all but mush. There was still some brain matter clinging to his cock. It was a curious sight for him and when he looked at Mufasa again he got an idea. 

“Do not fear, brother. Simba will always be inside of you, both metaphorically and literally!” Scar approached while moving in to mount his brother’s face. His cock was still hard and with parts of Simba’s brain still attached to it,  he then shoved it in Mufasa’s mouth. The golden lion then groaned in absolute dread and disgust as Scar thrust forward with enough force for his cock to slide over his tongue and into his throat. He felt disgust with himself and tried to spit it all out but Scar was in control, mashing the remnants of Simba’s brain against his own rough tongue. The taste coated his taste buds, tasting beyond foul. Scar just laughed as he pushed into Mufasa’s throat again, forcing the many bits to run down his throat. Mufasa wished he could have choked on it but Scar was clever and made sure that his brother’s “meal” was too finely pureed for him to suffocate on it. Most of it was involuntarily swallowed, traveling down to his stomach… Even as he felt it churning and twisting the freshly devoured meat wouldn’t come back up, being stuck there, much to the king’s increasing dismay. It was then that Mufasa truly gave up hope, feeling utterly defeated in every way. 

With that matter taken care of, Scar put his full focus into dominating his brother’s mouth. With another strong push he forced more of his cock down into the bigger lion’s throat, ignoring Mufasa’s muffled groans. The golden feline could feel the strain and aches of his windpipe being forced to expand around the invading flesh. Scar was showing it no mercy and shoved hard enough to make his barbs tear at the oral walls. The stinging of that inner wound was made worse but the spurt of precum that came with Scar’s pleasured groan. 

The black maned lion’s thrusts were smoother now, using his own precum as a lubrication to move things along. In Scar’s eyes the only thing that could make this better would be to hear Mufasa’s pained gagging. 

With every thrust he was pushing more of his cock’s length inside, forcing Mufasa to gradually take even more. While he was feeling nothing but growing pleasure, the fallen king was finding it hard to breathe around the plugging of his throat and the smell of male arousal that filled his nose. 

The deeper his cock reached, the more intense it became. For Scar, Mufasa’s broken mouth was still the perfect cover for his cock. He was able to use it in any way that he wanted without needing to worry about being bitten or any other forms of retribution. The slipperiness of his precum helped but Scar just used more force to get more of his length in.  In addition to the growing feelings, the humping feline was also finally having an outlet for his long standing sexual frustrations. 

Picking up speed and roughness the entire time, Scar eventually reached his climax and thrust in as hard as he could, pushing into more of the tight throat while tearing his barbs against the wet walls. As he roared out, Scar’s cum was being released with force that pushed it all into Mufasa’s stomach. The angle of Mufasa’s head thankfully allowed it to flow down without him needing to swallow but the salty cum still burned and irritated his throat’s cuts on the way down. Even after cumming, Scar kept himself deep inside of Mufasa’s throat. When he finally pulled out and away, he gazed upon the product of his work. His brother’s muzzle was looking a bit bruised and cum was leaking out from his still stuck open mouth. 

Seeing the humiliating state of the ruined king filled him with nothing less than pure elation. 

“Well, well, well... It’s just as I’ve always said, Mufasa. Life isn’t fair,” Scar said with a wickedly cold tone of voice. He laughed as he slowly walked around his brother until he was behind. Reaching his paws out, Scar pressed them to Mufasa’s back, scoring them down the other lion’s back. As watched red lines form and bleed while Mufasa released another gurgled groan of pain. Scar felt nothing short of satisfaction as he drew his paws back and up. He observed the blood on his claws before his tongue came out to lick it up. 

“I hope you haven’t forgotten “the ritual,” Mufasa. When a new king takes the throne they must first establish their dominance over the other,” Scar said, practically purring as he felt his cock throb again. It had never gone soft and was still slick with his own cum and Mufasa’s saliva. He had to admit that Mufasa was an attractive lion. But it wasn’t merely his appearance that excited and fueled Scar’s actions, it was also the surge of power he was feeling. The power of a new king. 

Mufasa felt increasing weight on his back as Scar got on top. He wheezed from the feeling and felt a cold chill run down his spine as the other lion got into the mounting position. Scar’s paws spread out to either side of his body, getting a firm hold on him. As they slid along the smaller feline dragged his claws again just for the fun of it. Now his pain and grief was joined by humiliation as he felt the tip brushing against his tailhole. 

Scar rammed himself forward, spreading the other lion’s rim around his entering cock. With less than half of his total length reaching in, Scar was thrusting in rapidly. Every push forced him in deeper and deeper. He paid no mind to how Mufasa would feel, seeing no point. The most the other lion did was simply groan. Scar was pleasantly surprised to feel Mufasa’s hole squeezing down on his cock. It appeared that his brother’s internals were still functioning. For as long as that would last, Scar kept pushing until all of his cock was in. Keeping up the aggressive pace, the black maned feline’s balls were evenly slapping against Mufasa’s over and over again. 

Mufasa was feeling multiple kinds of pain. Scar’s claws were making new wounds on his body. His rubbing against Mufasa’s back was irritating his clawed back, sending constant fiery jolts through him. The lubrication that coated Scar’s cock didn’t do much to shield him from pain from deep within. The hard flesh was spearing deep inside of him with unrestrained force, tearing at his unprepared virgin walls. The realization that Scar was raping him struck Mufasa. And even worse was that he could feel his brother’s size. Though the whole thing had yet to be pushed in, Mufasa could feel that it was rather large as far as lions were concerned. 

Scar’s cock was repeatedly bashing against Mufasa’s prostate. Though the lion was feeling little to no pleasure, the defeated king could feel his own cock sliding from his sheath, more and more as his prostate was continually touched. Precum began to leak out, his cock throbbing just as much as Scar’s was. Being on his side, his erection wasn’t hard to notice and Scar was very amused by the sight, especially when he realized that it was smaller than his own. 

“Oh, even at death’s door you’re still working down there. Should have figured,” Scar said, thinking back to the countless lionesses that he had mated. None of which were offered to him. Good thing I’ll be spared any more of your spawn.” 

Scar began thrusting in hard, shoving his cock in as deeply as it could possibly reach, even if it meant tearing up his sibling’s insides even more. His balls were still connecting with Mufasa’s and it felt amazing, keeping him moaning out, his voice echoing within the gorge. 

Mufasa could feel the wetness in his ass increasing and he had a sinking feeling it wasn’t just Scar’s precum. Scar’s plunges were getting even faster, and Mufasa could only groan even louder from the increasing pain and stinging from his internal cuts being doused in more precum and his own blood. Though he was fully inside, Scar sought to reach in further, to take even more from his brother. While putting even more force into it, Scar spread his hindlegs, planting them firmly to the dusty ground. 

This all ended with a final hard thrust and Scar’s triumphant roar. He erupted inside of his older sibling, shooting his hot seed onto the walls that clenched in response. While Mufasa felt a stronger sting from the gooey substance being sprayed in him, Scar was grunting deeply with every spurt. Not only was his feline cock larger than average but his essence was being released with impressive force, shooting into the deepest parts of Mufasa before the passage as a whole was being filled up. Scar usually released quite the load but he was still rather pent up from multiple days without release. Even his previous round with Simba wasn’t enough to quell that. 

Scar kept shooting his seed, even as it came spilling out of Mufasa, oozing past the lion’s clenching rim. A dense mix of cum and blood cascaded down the other lion’s balls and his backside as a whole, leaking down his thighs until it all came down to splatter onto the dusty earth, forming a small sticky puddle. When Scar finished he took a moment to collect himself, still mounted atop the golden lion. It felt much better than he predicted and knowing that it was his final act as a lowly forgotten half-prince made him feel alive.

It was shortly after when Scar’s friends arrived. His partners in crime, the hyenas came racing in but stopped in their tracks as they saw their friend still on top and inside of the still lion king. 

“Holy- He really did it,” Shenzi said aloud. 

“And it looks like we’ve missed all the fun too,” Banzai added. 

Ed continued to look around, taking in the entire scene before him. 

“Actually you three are just in time. For remaining so loyal to me you’ll reap your promised rewards before but how about an advance?” the black maned lion offered. They all perked up and watched as he pulled out of Mufasa. The other grunted weakly confirming that he was still alive, but barely hanging on. On the way out, Scar’s flared barbs ripped even more at his walls. More blood was leaking out of him along with his brother’s cum. 

Scar paid him no mind and instead pointed out Simba’s mutilated body to the trio of scavengers. “My first reward is him. Have as much of him as you like. I would prefer if there was nothing left of him...” 

With permission given, the hyenas literally pounced on Simbas’ dead body and tore into it. It was a fantasy of theirs to really rip into a stuck up royal lion and they were finally able to do so. Shenzi was especially satisfied, getting her revenge that had clawed her face some time earlier. There wasn’t a lot of the little cub to go around with all three of them grasping at all the flesh they could reach. Snapping and chewing loudly, they tore chunks from Simba’s bones and devoured his flesh, staining their muzzles with fresh and fragrant blood. 

They did all of this in front of Mufasa, defiling his body and making it unrecognizable from the pride land’s own prince. If someone were to come across his body it was highly unlikely anyone would know it was Simba. Mufasa just watched, unable to feel anything more as he watched the cub being further stripped away from him. 

Ed and Banzai had gotten their fill and rose up but Shenzi continued to eat, still not over her grudge. 

“As for your second reward, I offer him,” Scar said, gesturing to Mufasa’s still body. “Do whatever you wish with him.” 

“Oh we will, right Ed?” Banzai asked. The cross-eyed hyena nodded as he laughed. Both approached the older lion with a hungry look on their faces. But their stomachs were full enough. What they aimed to sate now was their lust and get revenge on the lion that had tormented them for so long. 

Banzai was the first to go ahead, getting behind Mufasa. He could hardly believe that this was actually happening. The chance to breed the pride lands’ king himself. If there was a chance that he was just dreaming, Banzai still figured it was best to take advantage. He saw the freshly used state of Mufasa’s freshly used hole and it aroused him even further. Getting on top, he got into position and held on tight as he pushed his cock in. The moment it was in, Banzai began humping into the lion. His balls were repeatedly smacking into the lion’s ass. Even though it had just started, Banzai was vigorously thrusting into the hot and slippery feline hole. Like before, Mufasa’s passage was squeezing out of pure muscle reflex. Banzai pushed through the squeezes, rubbing against Mufasa’s prostate, keeping him hard. 

“Mmm... There’s still a hole you can use, Ed,” Banzai pointed out. 

The other hyena nodded and moved in with his cock leaking precum onto the ground. Seeing that Mufasa was making no attempts to stop the hyena from fucking him, Ed felt that it was safe enough to approach as well. Coming in from the front of Mufasa, the other hyena laughed as he smacked his cock against the lion’s face. 

Mufasa would have snarled if he was able to. His intense sadness was replaced with a burning hatred for his brother and the hyenas that had taken everything from him. His position, his son, his dignity and soon his life. Ed thumping his cock against his face brought another wave of humiliation. Even as he grew weaker with every second, Mufasa still had his pride as a lion and a king. Though he was clearly incapable of getting revenge, he could only hope that fate would eventually catch up to all of them. 

The only thing he could do was wait for himself to fade away but it wasn’t happening fast enough for him not to feel the hyena ruthlessly pounding his already ruined hole. At the same time Ed pushed his cock into his open mouth, slapping his leaky tip directly onto the feline’s slightly rough tongue, forcing the golden lion to taste it. 

Ed took it upon himself to push his cock in, sliding it over Mufasa’s tongue. After pushing just past it the hyena pulled back again. From there Ed began to hump the feline’s mouth, enjoying the wetness that was being smeared onto his length, being just as much saliva as it was blood. In return his cock was pulsing and releasing full spurts of precum. 

From either side, Mufasa was being used. One in his mouth and one in his tailhole, both hyenas were using him to gain more pleasure for themselves. Drowning out his own weak sounds were their deep grunts and pants of pleasure. 

Banzai huffed, wanting even more of the bigger mammal’s hole. He thrust with extra force and felt his cock reach in even deeper. Moaning out from the feeling, Banzai continued to rapidly move his hips, smacking his balls against the feline with every rock of them. 

Back on the front end, Ed was wanting even more from the lion’s mouth. He couldn’t get the feeling he was looking for while Mufasa’s jaw was just hanging slack like that. So to remedy this, Ed simply pressed his front paws down on Mufasa’s head. With his jaw pressed against the ground Mufasa’s mouth was forced to painfully close. The plain that coursed through him made him scream internally as his mouth popped and cracked, forced to bend to the force that was being exerted. Ed got what he wanted. While Mufasa’s lips were unable to wrap around his length, the mouth had closed enough for him to really enjoy the warm maw. 

Now pain was shooting through the lion, coming from either side of him. And from both ends he was still being roughly fucked by the spotted scavengers. Banzai saw fit to make another hard thrust in, causing more internal damage to the lion. Scar’s cum was helping him immensely with being able to go so hard and fast without any resistance. The direct pleasure and thrill of being on top of the once untouchable king...it was more than what Banzai could have ever asked for. He had no reason to let up and saw fit to hump as hard and fast as he could. 

Ed was doing the same. He had mounted his body over Mufasa’s front half and he was humping into the bigger male’s mouth with just as much power. Like Scar he was clawing at the lion’s body, wildly raking at whatever he could touch in response to the pleasure. And it got even better when Ed pushed his cock into the lion’s even tighter and warmer thrust. Forcing his way in, using his precum and the saliva as a good enough lube, he made Mufasa take even more of his length while also plugging up his airway for the most part. 

Both hyenas kept going just like that but eventually Banzai was snarling as he pumped his load inside of Mufasa. He made small rough humps, grinding his spewing cock against the already hot and slippery walls. Mufasa’s body tensed and his own cock was shooting ropes of seed. The lion’s body tensed as he wheezed Ed’s length. Though he came, Mufasa felt no pleasure from it. In fact it was hard for him to even think. He could feel himself being...pulled. All of a sudden it was a challenge just for him to keep his eyes open. His lids were feeling so heavy and just taking a breath was a great effort, spreading even more pain through his body, both inside and out. 

Not helping was Ed’s climax and his blasts of cum that poured into his throat. With force, the hyena’s spunk was all but flooding his windpipe. It was sliding down his throat without him needing to swallow. Being unable to choke in it either, Mufasa figured it wouldn’t have made a difference. Knowing that this was really the end for him, Mufasa looked at what used to be Simba and shed a few tears. Banzai and Ed groaned together, the latter pulling his cock free and blasting the last of his load onto the lion’s face, blocking his vision. He felt Banzai do the same and mark his back, making the many fresh cuts sting...

Just as the hyenas finished their fun Mufasa slipped out of consciousness with an intense sense of loss being the last thing he felt. 

Ed and Banzai dismounted and observed their work. Mufasa was leaking cum and blood from both holes, being even stiller than before. Scar stepped up and placed a paw on the other lion. After a bit he smirked. 

“He certainly is a fighter. Just clinging to life by a threat. Finish him off,” the black maned lion said. Banzai and Ed nodded and pounced on Mufasa. Scar didn’t look back as he heard the sounds of ripping and crunching. Though they were eating on his own, one of his own blood, Scar felt nothing short of exhilaration. 

With Mufasa and Simba out of the way he was the king now. Nobody could contest him for the throne. It wouldn’t be long at all before his crowning would be official. Now it was just a matter of returning to the pride lands, acting the part of a grieving uncle and brother while the hyenas took care of the remaining evidence...