"Wake up, sweetheart."

A young lioness's eyes fluttered, heavy with sleep. Who would wake her this late in the nighttime? By instinct she shifted in place, feeling her mother, Sarafina, against her back. Her baby sister, Nala, slumbered under her arm.

She yawned and let her eyes close. Just a dream.

Someone tapped her side twice. She lifted her head, bleary eyes trying to focus on the big fuzzy blur that kept poking her.

Her eyes began to focus, the blur coalescing into the shape of a large golden lion. Her king. Kefira’s heart leapt, sleep forgotten. A small grin spread on his face at her reaction and he tilted his head. She turned in that direction, into the blackness of Pride Rock. Towards the rear exit. The king's ears rose, asking a silent question. That special warmth that comes from anticipation of the forbidden ran through her.

"Yes, daddy," she whispered, receiving an approving purr in return. With a knowing look he turned, tail lifted as he strode towards the back of the cave.  As she watched him vanish into the dark her heart pounded so hard she was sure it would wake her mother and sister.

With the most cautious of movements the young lioness disentangled herself from tiny Nala. She rose to her feet, resisting the urge to stretch off her sleepiness. Instead, she took two small steps, turning to see if anyone had noticed. All was still among the jumbled pile of lionesses and cubs. Without another second's delay, claws sheathed for silence, Kefira turned and dashed after Mufasa.

The cave's rear exit tunnel was small, intended as a deterrent in case of attack. A cub could run through without slowing down, but a full grown lion like Mufasa would have to crawl. And it was clear he had. The musk of his body clung to the stones, filling the air. Kefira wanted to stop to breath it in, but she didn't. She knew this was nothing compared to what was waiting.

As the dim pinpoints of stars came into view Kefira could wait no longer. She broke into a run, dashing into the night air.

She had run a mere two feet before she was lifted off her paws by the nape. An “eep!” of surprise escaped her as she spun through the air; then it was all she could do to breath as the king pressed her back against the rocky wall of Pride Rock. Trapping her between the rock and her king. His tongue invading her muzzle, sliding over her teeth and tongue. She could feel herself flushing beneath her fur as he pressed himself against her. Holding her to his massive chest in a firm, unbreakable grip. The young girl dug her paws into Mufasa's mane as it enveloped her. Clinging to it with all her might, claws sliding deep into the tough, protective fur.

"Daddy's been thinking about you all night," Mufasa rumbled when he broke their kiss. 

Kefira tried to infuse a level of sultriness into her demeanor. She had practiced on her own many times for just such an occasion. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, she didn’t remember any of it. She did, however, manage to infuse just a dash of huskiness into her cubbish voice as she purred, "What were you thinking about me... Daddy?"

"Unspeakable things, trust me," the king growled in her ear. One paw slid from its place on the small of her back to her rump, cupping it and trapping her tail between her legs.

Kefira found herself purring. Heat flowed through her whole body until she felt like she could melt right through the king's grasp. She pushed forward, nuzzling under Mufasa's muzzle, scenting his mane. 

"Then show me, Daddy."

Mufasa found himself shivering every time the cub called him "Daddy". He had taught her well. He would never know for sure if he was truly Kefira's father or not--not with the way the girl's mother got around--but when she spoke to him this way it didn't matter in the slightest. She was his.

The lion wasted no time on foreplay. He lowered the girl to the ground and, with the authority of a king, placed one big paw behind her head and pressed her to his swollen sheath.

"Lick," he commanded. "Lick and don't stop. I don’t want to feel your mouth leave my sheath until I say so."

"Oh!" Kefira gasped, raising her paws to balance herself against the king's haunches. She took a long deep breath, taking in her favorite scent in the whole world. She nuzzled into Mufasa's musk, letting him press her nose into his groin fur. She could taste his scent as she opened her muzzle, her small tongue sliding across every inch her king's sheath.

Mufasa could feel his cock growing hard on Kefira's tongue, filling her small mouth inch by inch. True to his command, the girl wrapped her muzzle against his sheath and held it there. She looked up at him, already needing to breath through her nose, muzzle stretching wide. 

"That's my girl. My dirty, dirty cub," Mufasa moaned, claws teasing through the back of Kefira's headfur. Mufasa began rocking his hips in a smooth motion. Just enough to tickle Kefira's tongue with his barbs. "Rrrr, my perfect little kitten. You make your daddy feel so good. I'm going to give you a big load of kingcum soon enough. Mmrr, and you're going to suck it all down, hmm? Just like a big lioness!"

Kefira's paws kneaded against Mufasa's firm stomach. She would have moaned but she was too caught up concentrating on breathing to do much of anything else. She wanted to touch herself. To quell the growing fire beneath her tail, but she knew her king deserved all her attention. She could taste his pleasure. His precum overflowed her mouth, running down her chin as she bobbed up and down on the thick cock in her muzzle.  It was all she could do not to choke as the king began reaching his full size.

"Grr, are you ready to take it all, slutkit?" Mufasa snarled between clenched teeth, his eyes blazing with feral lust.

Kefira blinked upwards, wide eyes watering from her efforts. All of him? It was impossible, he must know that! Mufasa's cock was as thick as her wrist and almost as long as her forearm. Even with only a quarter of him inside she could feel his cock teasing the back of her throat with each thrust.

Mufasa didn't wait for an answer though. In a surge of motion the king pushed forward, lifting himself upwards and against the rock. Kefira fell backwards on her rump, pressed tight against the rock as Mufasa trapped her with his bulk. She could see how he had lifted himself up into a squatting position. She knew it well. How many times had she spied on him with one of his lionesses in this very position? 

Now she was the lioness.

Fighting the urge to gag or bite down, Kefira took a deep breath and wrapped her paws around Mufasa's waist. No longer pushing against him. Pulling him to her. If he wanted her muzzle, she would find a way to give it to him.

Mufasa needed no second invitation. Massive frame dark against the night sky, the lion bucked forward into the cub's mouth. The motion pressed Kefira's head back, pinning her between the rock and his maleness. The king began thrusting harder than he ever had with her before. Doing everything he could to slide his massive lioncock down her throat.

All the lessons she had received on pleasuring a lion flooded through her. If she gagged now it would ruin everything. She wouldn't let that happen!

Kefira took her paws off his hips as soon as Mufasa began thrusting, placing them on the exposed cock in front of her. Sliding them down until they pushed back the fat adult sheath in front of her. Stroking up and down with alacrity. Every time Mufasa thrust forward she lost all ability to breath, but she didn't care. The loss of air just heightened her arousal as she timed every little breath to Mufasa's thrusts. Breathing by leave of the king.

"Oh gods... Fuck...," Mufasa gasped to no one. His paws pressed against the wall for balance as he used the eager cub muzzle beneath him. The night air was cool around them. The moonlight lit the scene, exposing every illicit detail. They were mere feet from the cave exit. Nothing to hide them, and they both loved it. 

"Gonna cum, kitten," Mufasa growled. "Gonna show the whole pride lands who owns your little babyslut muzzle!"

Kefira could feel Mufasa losing his rhythm as he always did when he got close. She increased the speed of her strokes. Without being able to speak it was the clearest message she could send:

<i>"Do it, Daddy"</i>

Mufasa bared his teeth, eyes closed tight as he began to cum. He didn't dare roar, but oh how he wanted to. His thighs quivered, cock leaping in Kefira's mouth as he emptied his first load of the night into the back of her throat. He couldn't help himself from a long, wheezing whine of pleasure. The roar he was doing his best to suppress came forward in a deep animal growl as Kefira suckled down his load. Her paws had slid from his cock, now cradling his heavy balls, feeling them leap in her adolescent paws. Basking in every moment of her king's pleasure.

The king's load was far too much for even the most experienced cub, but Kefira simply let the excess run from the sides of her mouth. It dripped onto her shoulders and ran down her sides like warm honey. She didn't mind. She knew Mufasa liked it when she made a mess, and so did she.

She kept up like that until she felt Mufasa relax above her, and the twitching of his cock in her mouth lessened. A moment later he stepped back, slipping all at once from her muzzle. The last few spurts of his load sprayed onto the girl's soft white chest and belly. Kefira gasped for air, choking a little on the copious amounts of thick cum still in her mouth. The stuff hung from her muzzle in dripping strands, but the cub made no effort to wipe it away.  Instead she made a show of swallowing the sticky mess, opening wide so Mufasa could watch her lick the last bits from her teeth. 

The king grinned. "That's daddy's girl. Mmm you're getting so good at that." Mufasa scooped up one strand of his own cum from Kefira's chin with a pawtoe, pressing it into the girl's mouth. "I'm afraid I made a bit of a mess!"

Kefira giggled, licking the cum from Mufasa's paw. "I like it," Kefira cooed back, licking at her lips. "I've always liked it! It makes me feel marked for you."

Mufasa looked around, checking the area. The night was still with no sign of movement anywhere. He had never been this bold before. Despite the adrenaline coursing through him he was a little surprised with himself. He was, and always had been, a passionate lion. When compared to his father and brother, anyway. Still, he usually maintained some semblance of prudence as befitted a king.

"Sh-should I clean up?" Kefira's voice brought him back to the moment.

"Not at all, dearheart," Mufasa smiled, seeing his momentary distraction had confused the girl. "You've never looked better!" He winked and stepped forward, laying down sphinx-like in front of Kefira. Close enough to run his tongue over her belly, teasing her immature teats through the fur. 

Kefira stiffened, leaning back against against the stone with a little whimper.

"Have you been practicing what daddy told you?" Mufasa rumbled, his licks dipping lower, teasing the inside of Kefira's haunches. 

"Y-yes, Daddy. Everyday!"

Mufasa purred, the rumble transferring through the girl's body. He could feel his sheath swelling again already at the mental image. He could see the eagerness in the cub's face and ears. He smiled.

"Mmm, what's all this. Were you hoping for more play time tonight, hmm?" 

Kefira broke into a big grin. "Can we?"

Mufasa looked around once more. He should get the cub cleaned off and back to bed. It would be the prudent thing to do.

He looked back at Kefira.

Fuck prudence.

"Come on. Not here." Mufasa stood, watching Kefira shake a few remaining strands of his cum from her fur. "Follow me, cub."

Kefira rolled to her feet, jumping up with youthful exuberance. They walked along a worn path, down and away from the rear cave entrance. Few lions came down here except cubs playing hide and seek. The entirety of the trail lead down and around the side of Pride Rock. Kefira could only remember using it for royal processionals a few times in the past. She had just begun to wonder where they were going when Mufasa turned, leaving the trail behind. Kefira followed him, even more baffled now. She fancied herself quite knowledgeable on all of Pride Rock's little hiding places. There was nothing of interest on this part of Pride Rock's descent! 

She could hardly contain her surprise when Mufasa led her through the brush into a tiny clearing. A little ring of trees and foliage she had never seen before.

"I didn't even know this was here!" She exclaimed in surprise, forgetting herself for a moment and running a little circle. There were no fresh scents. Not of lions, anyway. This place was unknown.

"Oh your king may still know one or two secret spots in the Pride Lands," Mufasa laughed. He looked around, admiring the way the moonlight shone through an opening in the trees above. It was beautiful.

"Although, I do believe this particular secret was found by your mother! A great many seasons ago."

"Really??" Kefira turned to him, eyes wide with surprise. Then a thought struck her and a smirk spread across her muzzle. 

"Did you guys <b>DO IT</b> here?" 

Mufasa laughed again at the cub's boldness. "More times than you are seasons old, scamp!"

Kefira laughed back, but then she remembered why they were here. A new look crossed her face.

"A-are <i>we</i> gonna do it here?"

Mufasa leaned forward, brushing his muzzle along Kefira's neck. Giving her a sensual lick along the cheek line. The lingering taste of his own seed in her fur rekindling his excitement. 

"Would you like that?"

"Yes," Kefira breathed. It was all she'd wanted for seasons. She’d asked so many times, but Mufasa always declined. She was too small. Too young. Not ready, he said. How she longed to prove him wrong. 

"I've been practicing like you told me."

Mufasa licked his lips. "Come here." The king took one step back and rolled over onto his back, giving Kefira a mischievous grin. "Come show me what you've practiced."

She knew exactly what he was asking her to do. This was one of the first games they had played seasons ago when Mufasa had started teaching her to be his lioness.

The cub stepped forward, making a small jump onto Mufasa's thick chest. Straddling the big lion. She held herself upright with her paws and began sliding herself into position. She bit her lip as Mufasa's fur slid under her tail. Between her legs. Against her wet slit until she came to a comfortable resting spot just like she had as a little cub. 

"I bet you've been wanting to touch yourself all night haven't you?" Mufasa half-whispered.

"Oh yes," Kefira quivered as all the arousal of the evening came flooding back through her.

"Show me what you've learned."

At the king's order, Kefira sat a little more upright, watching Mufasa's aroused expression. With great deliberateness she reached one paw between her legs and--finally!--slid one paw toe directly into her wanting cub pussy.

"Mmm good," Mufasa watched, impressed at how ready the girl already was. She had been practicing. The king reached behind her, grabbing his own sheath and beginning to stroke. "Keep going. Tell me how it feels."

"It's... it's like being on a rock when it's warm and... and... Like... oh!... Like a clean waterhole when you're really really thirsty..." She trailed off, eyes closing to slits as she lost her words in the swirl of pleasures flowing through her. 

Mufasa sighed, watching the cub lionesses pawing herself on his belly. He didn't want to stop stroking himself, but he slowed down, preserving the growing pleasure in his balls.

"And have you been doing all the practicing I told you to do, hmm?" 

"Y-yes, Daddy." Kefira's voice was a thin whisper.

Mufasa reached up with his free paw, placing it behind Kefira's back. Pulling her forward. She opened her eyes but kept pawing as he guided her forward until they were lying chest to chest, the girl's foreleg trapped between their bodies. He could feel her motions against his body. He stroked his paw up and down Kefira's back, working down towards her rump.

"Oh Mufasa," Kefira moaned, daring to use his name. Mufasa made no move to correct her. 

With reluctance, the king pulled his paw from his own shaft, wet with his precum. Eyes locked on Kefira's, the king pressed that paw over hers, guiding it in little circles. Kefira made a soft, sharp sound like a cheetah's chirp. Mufasa's paw kept moving though, and Kefira's eyes opened wide as the giant paw pressed under her tail, pushing it up high in a most compromising way.

"Oh!" she gasped as she felt Mufasa's thick, wet pawtoe circling around her tailhole.

The paw on her back tightened, holding her in place. Mufasa said nothing, just looked Kefira in the eyes. Taking in every expression as he began to push that big pawtoe under her tail. Firmly, insistently, inevitably.

Kefira's legs began to peddle against Mufasa's sides. She didn't cry out, or even whimper now. She looked back at Mufasa, mouth hanging opened in a mixture of pain and concentration.

"Good girl," Mufasa mouthed. He admired the cub's determination. He knew she was trying to show him she could handle it. Handle him. He had his doubts, but she was doing everything to prove him wrong, and he intended to find out just how far she could go.

With a firm motion, Mufasa pressed the entirety of his pawtoe into the girl's tight ass. Kefira clenched and bit down into his chest mane. The claws of her free paw dug into his side, but she refused to make any noise of discomfort, and so did he.

"Good girl. Good," Mufasa repeated. "That's daddy's lioness!" He released his grip on the cub's back and went back to stroking her fur.

"Ahhhhh," Kefira gasped into his fur. "Ohhh gods." Her paw began to stroke again. Mufasa could feel it against his own and he smiled, taking it for a signal. In little motions he beginning to slide his paw back and forth in the cub's tail.

"Mmm, that's it, cub. You can talk here. This is our place now," Mufasa encouraged. Young lionesses were always taught to be quiet in the presence of a male. It was tradition, and though Mufasa respected tradition, this was not the place for it. 

Besides, what could be more arousing than a young lioness speaking her pleasure?

"I like it," was all she could manage for now. She cradled Mufasa in a hug as if she was trying to wrestle him. Her legs held tight to his sides, claws still extended. "This feels special," she murmured.

"It is," Mufasa growled back, licking the tip of Kefira's head. He was beginning to be able to move his paw more as the girl relaxed. Before long he was sliding the whole pawtoe back and forth in the girl's small tailhole. He could feel Kefira shaking on top of him, her whole body alight with fiery arousal. "And it's going to get more special."

"Ooooh Mufasa. Make me yours," the girl whimpered. "I'm all yours. Every day I want to be your best lioness! Your queen!"

Mufasa growled deep in his chest. The girl's words were taboo, and she must know it. Despite his duties as king, no lioness would ever suggest taking the place of his queen. If they did and they were heard the consequences would be serious. 

But no one could hear them here. And the words, said in her little cub voice, only aroused him more. The king pressed more of his paw into the girl's ass, wriggling it around. Stretching her. Kefira opened her mouth in a hiss, but pushed back, doing her best to drive her body against her king's paw. 

"Yesssss," she gasped. "I'm fucking <i>yours</i>, my king!”

"Oh yes you are, little slut!" Mufasa growled, grasping the pawing girl's nape for a moment and lifting her so she was looking right at him. "And do you know what your king's going to do to prove it?" 

"Y-yes!” Kefira gasped, then snarled as the king withdrew his pawtoe from her tailhole. 

"Slide down," Mufasa ordered.

Kefira sat up a little, licking her lips as she slid her paw from between her legs. She pushed herself down along the king's belly, still half aloft in the king's paw. He held her with one paw with no sign of strain. Kefira loved feeling that power.

She gasped, eyes opening a little as she felt something stiff and hard poke under her tail. She knew immediately this was the real test. Gritting her teeth, not waiting for Mufasa to move, the girl pushed against the lion's chest. Forcing herself backwards against the male's thick adult cock. Hard.

Mufasa snarled, grip tightening as the girl pushed the tip of his pointed cock into her ass all at once. 

"I'm <i>your</i> slut," Kefira gasped. She let the sensations of pain, pleasure, and desire flow over her. Empowering her. She was a <i>lioness</i>. 

Mufasa grabbed her hips all at once, pushing her downwards. Filling her. Sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her ass until the cub thought she might split. Mufasa had penetrated her tailhole before, but never like this! She felt fire burst within her.  Her back arched and she squealed to the stars as the orgasm that had been building all night overtook her.

"Oh! Oh gods! Oh yes! Ahhhh!" the girl's legs pressed against Mufasa's strong abs, claws pressing through his fur. Every muscle in her body seized. Her tailhole clenched on Mufasa's cock, making both of them snarl aloud. He didn't slow down though, nor did she want him to. She could feel his thick cock working deeper into her bowels and it felt amazing. She could even feel his cock against her paw, sliding back and forth within her.

This wasn't just a game any more. This was real passion.

"Do you like daddy's cock in your ass, little cub?" Mufasa snarled, claws piercing Kefira's scruff in his grip. "You've been waiting seasons for a good ass fucking, haven't you? Do you like taking it like a dirty prideslut, Kefira?"

The girl shuddered when Mufasa used her name in his dirty talk. He rarely spoke to any of the cubs and when he used their names it often meant they were in trouble. This was not that tone. This was completely different. 

"You're in me so deep!" Kefira gasped. She leaned back, pressing herself straight down on Mufasa's cock, eager for more. She pawed herself harder, feeling another orgasm growing already. 

"I love it, Daddy. I want to be the dirtiest lioness in your pride. You can come use me whenever you want a real. Good! Fuck!"

"Let's see you prove it, Kefi." Mufasa drew his claws down the cub's back, pressing his other paw to her muzzle. The girl's eyes opened wide as she realized which paw it was; the one that had been deep in her ass minutes before. 

"Lick daddy's paw clean, bitch." Mufasa snarled, a nasty smirk on his muzzle. "I'll show you what being a dirty lioness means in this pride." Kefira only hesitated a moment. She made eye contact with Mufasa, grabbing his paw in her muzzle and beginning to suckle it. Her teeth glided through his pawfur, tongue slipping and sliding between the pawtoes. Cleaning every millimeter.

When she had finished, she slid the paw from her muzzle. Sliding it down her chest, down her belly, pressing the pawtoe to her own dripping pussy. 

"Who's your dirty bitch now?" she cooed, guiding Mufasa's pawtoe to herself. Her eyes closed to slits and Mufasa pushed that thick pawtoe--easily the size of 4 of her own--into her pussy. "Oh fuck, tell me, Mufasa."

"You are!" Mufasa groaned, amazed at the blooming of the young lioness in front of him. "You're my dirty bitch lioness, Kefira. All. Mine."

Mufasa leaned forward. Their muzzles met halfway, his tongue slipping into her mouth.. The girl moaned into his muzzle, letting his huge tongue completely dominate her own.

"I'm getting close," Mufasa growled to her. He grabbed the girl's rump, roughly shoving another centimeter of hard flesh into her.

"Is my king going to fill my ass?" Kefira whimpered, pressing forward for another round of kisses.

"No." Mufasa grasped Kefira's nape, pulling her back.

"W-what?" A flash of confused hurt passed over Kefira's face.

"Shh, honeytree," Mufasa smiled. "I have another idea. I think you'll like it. You've earned it."

Kefira's ears flipped up and down in confusion, but Mufasa pulled her into another kiss. She melted against him again. Her king knew what he was doing.

"Get off, sweety," Mufasa purred, licking their shared saliva from his lips. 

Kefira whimpered, hesitating. 

"Trust me."

Kefira pressed her hindlegs into his belly, lifting herself. She hissed, teeth grinding together as his barbs ripped at her tender ass. It had never hurt that bad before! Then again, he'd only ever fit the tip in the past. It took a few moments, but Mufasa was patient. When she was ready she lifted herself, Mufasa's slick cock falling to his belly.

She felt empty, but when she saw Mufasa's smile she felt the heat rising again.

She had a split second to feel that way before she felt Mufasa's mighty bulk tensing beneath her. "Ahh!" she squealed as the king rolled to his side, pulling her with him. She found herself giggling as Mufasa play-wrestled her onto the ground. They came to rest with her on her back, Mufasa half lying over her. He licked her nose. 

Realization began to dawn on Kefira, and her eyes opened wide.

"Roll over."

Body quivering, Kefira did as she was commanded, rolling onto her belly under the big golden king. For the first time that night she felt small, realizing the sheer difference in their sizes. When he stepped over her from behind her head barely came to the center of his chest. 

But tonight she was his lioness, and she pressed against him, pushing her back into his belly. Nothing would deter her from her king. 

"You've been waiting a long time for this," Mufasa rumbled above her, giving her a love lick on the top of her head. "Are you sure you're ready, little lioness?" 

"Yes, daddy," Kefira whispered. She raised her tail, pushing her rump onto Mufasa's still-hard cock. "Make me yours! Make me all yours!"

Mufasa wrapped a paw around the girl's narrow waist, pulling her to him. He purred, and Kefira joined him as his hard cock slid against her virgin lips. 

Mufasa pressed forward with all care. Despite her wetness and their combined fingerings she was so tight. But the king knew he didn't have to get deep to pleasure either himself or his young partner. 

The girl's legs peddled against the ground as Mufasa began to slide into her. The tip went quickly, pressing into her sensitive folds and opening her to him. That was all it took to get her grinding back, even as he fought to control his urge to take her as if she were a grown lioness.

"Oh gods... Daddy it feels so so so so so good!"

Mufasa moaned, feeling himself beginning to slip into the tight cub pussy bit by bit. Taking her for his. Driven by her moans. 

Every time he thrust the girl reached forward in pleasured agony, ripping lines in the grassy soil.

"I'm... I'm getting close, Daddy."

"Mmm, daddy is too," Mufasa gasped. One paw slid to grasp the girl's tail, holding it up as he pressed more forcefully into her. He knew he wasn't deep inside, but the warm tightness combined with the feeling of her tiny rump pressed against his groin was driving him wild. 

"I want to cum with you," Kefira moaned, claws outstretched. "Daddy... Daddy please do it," Kefira whimpered. She raised her head, looking over her shoulder and up at him. Watching as he fucked her. "I'm ready, Daddy."

Mufasa moaned, feeling his balls tightening. 

"Call me Mufasa, kitten," he purred. "Tell your king what you need like a lioness."

Kefira gasped, claws sliding out as she felt herself beginning to orgasm. "Cum in me, Mufasa! Please! Please fuck me and cum in me and use me and... Fucking fuck my cunt full of your cubs, please please please oh GODS! AHHH!"

The girl's shrill cry split the night air as she came harder than she ever had in her short life. Lights danced behind her closed eyelids and it felt like every nerve in her body had caught fire. She gasped once shrieking again as another and another convulsion washed over her. She gave no thought at all to keeping quiet. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure running through her.

Mufasa wasn't far behind. The ferocity of the cub's orgasm pressed him right to the edge as she tightened like a vice around his thick cock. He grabbed her hips with both paws, snarling as he bent over her tiny body. Pressing against her with reckless amounts of strength, actually lifting her up against himself so he could better angle into her tiny body. Kefira made a sound between a gasp and a cry as another full inch of engorged kingcock slid into her, stretching her out much farther than she had ever been before. A full half of the king's length buried into her pubescent cunt. 

"Here it comes, Kefi!" Mufasa gasped, feeling himself losing control. Daddy's going to give you all his cum! Deep. In. Side. Your. Fucking. Cunt!"

"YES DADDY, CUM! Fuck me full! Cum cum cum cum cum cum..." The girl repeated as if it was a chant, writhing against his belly as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

She felt it as Mufasa went over the edge. Whether it was the way he squeezed her or the sound of him desperately trying not to roar or the sharp fulfilling pain of his barbs flaring inside of her, she knew. Kefira let out a shrill piercing cry, a cubbish version of what would become her lioness roar in a few seasons, as Mufasa began to empty himself inside of her. They stood like that for what felt like hours. Kefira held against the king's chest, forepaws dangling in the air as she sat back against Mufasa's hard, uncontrolled thrusts. She felt his seed dripping down the back of her legs as it overflowed her unprepared womb; both of them completely lost in orgasm.

It felt like hours until they came to their senses, still tangled together in the clearing. The stars shone overhead and all was peaceful again. Mufasa did not pull out, but held Kefira to his chest, stroking her tummy as he softened bit by bit inside of her. 

Someday, he imagined, she would crave the feeling of his barbs. But not tonight. Tonight, her first time, was special.

He leaned down, licking the top of Kefira's head. She purred against him, utterly exhausted. 

"Mmm, don't get too comfy, little lioness," Mufasa purred to her. He ran a paw along her chin, his own dried cum flaking onto his fur. "We need to get you cleaned up before your fur dries stiff as stone!"

Kefira giggled, turning to nuzzle Mufasa. They took a moment, kissing like lovers. 

"Ooof. Oww." Kefira gasped, flinching as Mufasa's cock pulled from her, a fresh gush of royal semen coating her backlegs. "I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, huh?"

"Heh, I would imagine so, cub," Mufasa chuckled. "You didn't take just any lion, you know!"

Kefira grinned. "You're like a zebra lion!"

"Well you know," Mufasa whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "That's because my grandfather, on my mother's side.. Was a zebra!"

"What? No!" Kefira gasped at the revelation. Then Mufasa broke into deep, full, laughter. Realizing she had been tricked, she joined him.

Together they rose, both a bit wobbly, starting the trek to the watering hole.

The king and his little lioness.