This is a story based on Climon’s 2000 story, "The First Heat." There are adult themes and very graphic descriptions of sexual acts. 

On with the story:	
That Afternoon, In the Clearing…
The afternoons were always hot in the Pride Lands; this one was no different. It had been a long day for Simba. He spent all morning chasing hyenas and keeping the peace. Now, he looked forward to lying down in his secret place and spending the rest of the day in silent slumber. No one knew about this little patch of dirt. It was secluded and masked by tall grass. This was where Simba would come when he needed a break from the strains of being King, Dad or "Good Buddy." No one would ask him what to do or how things should be. In this place, Simba was no longer a king, a father or a friend; he was just a lone male without a care in the world. It didn't take long for Simba to fall into a deep sleep.
Simba was startled awake by a sound in the grass. He jumped to his feet, prepared for anything. Unfortunately, he couldn't catch a scent to figure out who or what was approaching. So slowly, Simba slipped into the tall grass and waited. When the grass stopped rustling, Simba knew someone had found his little clearing. Simba quietly moved downwind of this possible foe.
A slight gust sent shivers though Simba's body. Whoever was in the clearing was definitely a female… a lioness, very much in heat. The smell was intoxicating. Simba knew every lioness from his pride by her scent, but he did not know this scent. Perhaps a lioness from another pride had found her way into the Pride Lands. "A new female!" Simba began to chuckle. He took a big whiff of the air and began to analyze and musky aroma. The smell was sweet, so this lioness was young, very young; this was probably her first heat. Simba bit his lip in joy. A lioness in her first heat would be dying for penetration. He could tell by the strength of the scent that the heat was fresh, maybe two days old on the outside; just enough time for the lioness to get frustrated with her wanting but not long enough for the confusion caused by her first heat to wear off. It wouldn't take long for Simba to smooth-talk this female. The abundance at his distance indicated that she was a very strong and athletic lioness. It was more than Simba could have hoped for. A strong, young lioness in her first heat ensured that her pussy would be tight and the muscles powerful. Not only that, but judging by her age, she probably just started learning to hunt so she was in the process of building up stamina. To Simba, this meant that she could carry on a session for a good period of time but still be fairly easy to control. 
Simba noticed he was getting an erection from dreaming of this sweet example of leonine fertility. He watched precum form on the tip of his shaft and started imagining what perverse acts he could do with this little thing just behind the grass. Simba decided to wait until his cock re-sheathed before he poked out to say hello. While he waited, Simba began thinking of what he should say to win over the lioness. Finally, Simba's penis receded back into its pouch, but not all the way. Simba thought that if he spoke to this female with a little bit of his lion hood showing, the lioness would be impressed by his virility and succumb a little more easily.
Simba eagerly slid out of the grass and strolled toward the female pretending he had simply stumbled across the clearing. The sight before him was poetic. The lioness was on her back in the center of the clearing, sunning her slim body. Simba's gazed was transfixed on the jewel between the lioness' spread thighs. Her bright pink vulva confirmed that she was early in heat and that this was indeed her first time. The lips of her gem were drenched and dripping with musky juice, they were hungry for a good piece of lion meat.
Simba couldn't see the lioness' face. She had angled herself to Simba so that he would have to walk right up next to her in order to see anything above her cream-colored chest. Simba took a long look at the lioness. He marveled at her sleek and slender figure. This lioness was in great shape. Her lean body would allow her to cut through the wind easily, and her strong legs meant she could run very quickly. If only she were a little quieter through the grass, she would be an excellent hunter.
He stood there a moment, in awe by the great shape before him. Every inch of this lioness was perfect. Not a hair out of place, not a bit of useless flab. Simba's eyes scanned the lioness' body before again focusing on the wet opening between her legs. The King in Simba told him to stay back, that he should respect this female and at least announce himself before barging in on her slumber. The father in him said, "turn away, you're already taking advantage of her!" Unfortunately, the male in him pushed him into the clearing and right up to the young lioness. Simba shook his head and grinned as he thought, "I really need to learn some self-control. This is what always gets me in trouble." 
Even up close, Simba couldn't get a good look at the lioness' face, but he did see something about her that seemed familiar. Once again, the lioness' plump, pink vulva stuck out and drew all of Simba's attention. Very quietly, he slipped around to her rear and gazed at the treasure in front of him. He didn't realize his member was as big and as hard as ever; or that a noticeable amount of semen had pooled on the ground beneath it. Simba didn't even realize he was leaning his nose in closer and closer to the lioness' crotch. 
Simba's muzzle was a hair away from the rose before he finally stopped. He felt an intense heat rising from the lioness' nether lips. Heat had hit this lioness hard. He took a long, deep breath and held it, enjoying the sweet musk before releasing it. 
Simba's breath against the sensitive opening caused the lioness' muscles to contract. Simba looked up in fear that the lioness would awake. Ensured this didn't happen, Simba turned back to his new toy. Now the lips were dripping with juices, and the scent they gave off was overwhelming. Simba stared at the liquid, as one dying of dehydration would look at a waterhole. He had to have a drink.
Slowly, very slowly, Simba leaned closer and closer to his water. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out. His tongue just barely tapped the opening when it was pulled back into its cell. Simba knew this was wrong; but he couldn't help it. Now that he'd tasted from the spring, he had to quench his thirst. 
Simba thought it wouldn't be so bad if the lioness didn't wake up until he could subdue his desires. So, he was very careful when his tongue returned to the lioness' lips. Each time he got bolder. Each time he returned he took some of the juice so on the next trip he would have to search a little deeper for more. Every trip caused the lioness to clench her muscles in pleasure. It surprised Simba that he had not yet awoke his sleeping beauty, for now he was already up to parting the lips a little to find his nectar. It wasn't much longer before Simba got either really bold, or really desperate. Simba raised his head a little to see if the lioness was had taken notice of his actions. She was still asleep, but Simba could tell that at some point she put on a smile. Simba opened his mouth wide and slowly pushed his tongue deep into the lioness. Now he could drink to his heart's content. All he needed to do was swallow and his tongue pulled the juices out of the lioness, into his mouth and down his gullet. He felt the musky liquid burn as it went down his throat. He needed more. Simba lost control and let his tongue explore inside the lioness. The walls of her cunny were sweet and warm and Simba began to gorge himself on the lioness' juices, completely unaware she was waking up.
The lioness didn't know what was happening. She felt very strange sensations that seemed to satisfy her latest desires. The sensations were remarkable. She let it continue until she awoke completely. Realizing something wasn't right, the lioness sprang to her feet in an instant, catching the Simba by surprise with his eyes as wide open as his mouth.
Simba could not believe who stood before him. There, right before his eyes was his daughter, Kiara, surprised and panting
"DAD! What's going on?" She screamed mostly out of confusion. She still wasn't sure what had happened.
"Kiara? What… How… I'm sorry… I didn't…." Simba couldn't think of what to say.
"I didn't mean to run away dad. I was just afraid…" Kiara tried to explain.
Simba was still trying to make sense of what he had just done, "A-A-Afraid of w-what?"
"I was afraid of what was happening to me."
Simba was terrified. What was she afraid of? "Kiara, I-I'm sorry. I didn't know…"
"I thought you would have caught the scent by now. I know what I'm supposed to do. I feel the urges and I know what I want, but…"
Kiara didn't realize what Simba was doing while she was asleep. "I did catch your scent; quite a while ago too." He wasn't lying. "'But' what, Kiara?" Simba was curious as to where this was leading.
"But I don't know what I should do. There are no male lions in the Pride Lands other than you, Dad, and my feelings are really hard to control…"
"Tell me about it," Simba thought. 
"What should I do, Dad?" Kiara was desperate for his guidance.
Simba didn't know what to do. At the moment, he was still recovering from the shock that he had just violated his daughter who was now asking him how she should handle her sexual desires. He just looked at Kiara and shook his head. "Honey, I know it's hard to control yourself. I'm sorry, but you'll find it never gets any easier. All I can tell you is that you must try your best not to let your yearnings force you to do something you know is wrong."
"Isn't that the truth?" he thought.
Disappointed, Kiara turned away from her father and lowered her head. She asked, "Is it really that hard to do?" 
Simba once again found himself ogling Kiara's sweet spot, which faced him when she turned away. He shook his head and replied, "Sometimes, Kiara, it's impossible." Simba couldn't help himself as he crept up behind his offspring. He gawked intently at her moist opening. He could not tear himself away until Kiara spun back toward him. 
"Daddy, what should I do?!"
Kiara's spin sent a strong gust of air, ripe with her aroma, right into Simba's face. He stared into her soft, innocent eyes and lost all control. In a split second, all of Simba's fatherly duties and feelings were swept away, replaced by the perverse urges of a virile male. Driven by pure lust, Simba was no longer talking to his daughter; instead, he was romancing the most beautiful female on the savanna. "Don't do anything but stand there."
Kiara stood there puzzled by her father's actions, but didn't think them sinister in nature.
Simba took his time padding around the lovely leonine figure. A cream-beige belly harmoniously accented her golden grass-brown flank. Her body was slender but strong. Simba noticed the way her muscles rippled under her light fur. He paid special attention to the muscles around her rump. He could tell they were very strong for a lioness her age. As he worked his way around her back, Simba noticed her long, sleek tail and the definitive tuft at the end. He could easily imagine the things she could do for him with such a fine tail. Simba's interest was peaked once more by the plump, juicy mound that slightly raised the base of his daughter's tail. Simba stood there a while, marveling at the amount of fluid her organ produced. A breeze wafted a generous helping of Kiara's scent up Simba's nose and he was drawn to his daughter's hindquarters, hypnotized by the slight pulsing of her wanting vulva.
The whole while, Kiara stood watching her father, wondering what he was up to. It almost seemed as though he were sizing her up before a fight. She was curious. As she watched Simba sneak toward her rear, Kiara noticed something that started to worry her. Simba's penis had unsheathed itself and was pumping precum in such large doses that drops fell off the tip and formed tiny puddles in the dust. Kiara caught herself being transfixed by Simba's enormous member. Thick, long and red, she wondered what pleasures such an organ would bring her. Her perverse thoughts fled quickly as reality regained control. 
While she was busy awing Simba, he had made his way back to her mound. Kiara watched as Simba placed his mouth around her cunny and with a gentle chewing motion, slid his large tongue deep into her. Kiara almost hit the roof. The pleasure she experienced feeling Simba's rough tongue rub and scrape inside her was unexplainable. Kiara turned to jelly in her father's mouth and started squirming, trying to find ways to increase her pleasure. Suddenly, Kiara let out a long, deep moan that snapped her back to reality and she jumped away from her father who only gave her a rather playful look.
"Daddy, this isn't right." 
"Don't worry, Kiara, no one has to know about this."
"That wasn't what I <mmmph>"
Simba silenced Kiara by placing his great paw over her muzzle. "Shhh, relax, Kiara, I will take care of you." He gave her a soft, loving lick across her cheek; but it wasn't the kind of lick a father would normally give his daughter. "Now, stay still, Kiara, Daddy is going to give you exactly what you want."
Kiara was afraid. She did not like the tone in his voice and tried to scamper out from her father's grip. She knew she had failed when she felt his mighty jaws grab the nape of her neck and push her to the ground. Kiara could only close her eyes and wait while Simba moved her tail aside. She felt his hardened member rub across her buttocks as he positioned himself.
With a leg on either side, Simba straddled his daughter, his raging maleness fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. Slowly he lowered himself down to her and sighed as the tip of his cock touched her hot opening causing her to unintentionally purse its lips. 
Kiara shuttered at the feeling.
Simba rubbed the tip of his penis around to lubricate the opening before pushing in a little. He heard Kiara gasp and gulp when he did this. For a moment, he thought, "This isn't right. She's afraid and besides, she’s, my daughter." Simba began to pull himself out. Just then, nature took over as the muscles in Kiara's crotch grabbed Simba's penis against the lioness' will. That was enough to change Simba's mind. He released Kiara's neck, convinced she wasn't going anywhere, and placed his head on her shoulder. He took a deep breath and while gently holding her in place, steadily pushed himself into his daughter's cunny. Half way in Simba stopped end exhaled. 
Kiara yelped in pain as her maidenhead gave way to Simba's lionhood. She wasn't prepared for her first cock to be so massive. All she could do was lay there and feel the hard organ slide deeper into her, and her organ wall’s part and mold around the intruder. Fortunately, the initial pain soon subsided and a bizarre pleasure took hold. Kiara stopped groaning and started to take deep breaths in preparation.
Simba heard her labored breathing and again thought about the fact that he was mating his daughter, but he was too late to stop himself. He breathed in once more, held it for a moment, then arched his back and slowly pressed himself into Kiara's soft, sweet, virgin opening until the most precious entrance of her body pressed on his hilt. He released his breath with a sigh and paused a moment to enjoy the feeling. The euphoria caused by the heat and dampness of Kiara's interior made Simba relax. He felt small amounts of cum seep out of his lion hood and into his daughter's body.
Kiara felt his release too. Her eyes opened wide and she straightened her body as she felt Simba throb inside her. She knew this was wrong and tried to fight the intense pleasure that was screaming to be released. She knew she was helpless under Simba's weight so she relaxed her body a little hoping the incident would end soon. 
Kiara lay on the grass feeling her father's seed soak into her body. Tears formed in her eyes and she began to cry.
Simba didn't hear her. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. He was lost in the ecstasy caused by the heat and pressure on his penis, both of which increased the further he inserted. When he felt Kiara relax, instinct commanded him to pull her in tighter so all of his juice would remain in his lioness. Simba continued to let small amounts of his semen escape into Kiara's womb as he prepared to continue his mating. He almost felt proud that he was deflowering such a magnificent beauty.
For a short while Kiara surrendered to her father. She patiently submitted to his hugs and grunts of pleasure. Suddenly, she felt him push a little deeper into her and decided that she would not permit him to continue. Instinctively, Kiara tightened her body with all her might and squeezed Simba's member as hard as she could. Simba raised his head and groaned loudly in pure elation at the sudden increase in force. As the rapture subsided, he let his body relax. Kiara saw her chance. Gathering all her courage, she pulled herself out from under her father and ran into the tall grass leaving Simba in a daze.
She ran until the burning in her lungs and legs prevented her from going another step. She collapsed in the brush and cried. Her father had taken her most cherished possession. He had done what she never thought possible: he had betrayed her.
When Kiara ran off, Simba was so close to climax that he couldn't think straight, but the sudden liberation of his lion hood brought him back to reality. He lay in his clearing for several long moments, contemplating what he had done. He passed the time cursing himself but realized that he had to apologize. Kiara was his daughter, and although she may never look at him with the same love she always had, he knew that he she deserved an explanation… at least. She had to know that he couldn't control himself and how sorry he was; not that it would matter. Then there was also the though, "What if Nala finds out?" Simba got up and resolved to find his daughter and make amends, no matter the cost.
Kiara's scent was easy to find. The partial mating had driven her pheromones much higher than before and the strength of her heat allowed Simba to track her with little effort. He took his time following her scent trail. "What do I say?" "What will she think?" Simba spent much of his search contemplating how he would make this up to his daughter. He knew that he had betrayed her and that she had every right to hate him… that was the thought that frightened him the most, and he picked up his pace. Simba followed Kiara's scent in earnest. Unfortunately, more than once the erotic perfume of heat caused his mind to drift back to some very primal visions. Simba had to shake such thoughts out of his head many times, but the closer her got to Kiara, the stronger her aroma became. Soon it became overpowering again.
Simba found Kiara slumped on the ground in the grass. He could tell she was exhausted. He walked up to her in a pheromone-induced daze, but when he saw the trails her tears left in the fur around the base of her muzzle, his remorse took hold.
He leaned in and nuzzled his daughter. "I'm so very sorry, Kiara," he said as he gently licked her muzzle. "So very, very sorry." Simba began to weep as he pressed his cheek against hers. Even though Simba had reached the depths of shame, nature could not be controlled by emotion.
Kiara heard her father padding though the tall savannah grass. She couldn't run anymore and knew that she would have to face him sometime; but she didn't want that time to be so soon. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep until she heard his repentance and felt his licks. She needed to see her father. Kiara could tell that he truly was sorry. She was careful not to let him see her open one of her eyes. As he nuzzled her, Kiara felt the same fatherly warmth and affection she remembered he had always emanated. Ready to confront him, she opened her eyes.
When her eyes opened, Kiara saw that Simba's erection was still active and ready, but why did she feel his love. Then she realized that nature didn't care about his love for his daughter and that he really did have no control over his actions. Kiara listened to Simba's weeping for a moment and realized he was deeply pained by the betrayal he sensed she felt. "It wasn't his fault," she thought. "He never wanted to hurt me." As she lay there, letting her father's tears sink into her fur, Kiara made a decision.
"Daddy," she cooed.
Simba looked up and met his eyes with hers. Each of the lions noticed the love between them.
"Daddy, it's okay," she assured him. "I know you didn't want to hurt me. I was scared that's all."
"Oh, Kiara," Simba replied, still heartbroken. "I didn't mean for…"
"Shhh, I said it's alright." Kiara smiled at her father. He returned her smile with a half-hearted smirk as he tried to hide the guilt he felt.
Kiara righted herself as Simba sat. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, red organ protruding from her father's pouch. She was no longer feeling the pain of betrayal, but she felt the pain her heat was causing her father. She wanted to help him.
"Father," she said after a long silence. "Aren't you going to finish what you started?" Kiara tried to sound as erotic as she could.
Simba replied with a shocked expression as his jaw dropped and his eyes shot open. "Did she really just say that!" he thought.
Kiara noticed Simba's disbelief and resolved to take matters a little farther. She stood up and walked over toward his right side. She turned just before she reached her father and passed her head under his chin; followed slowly by the rest of her body. Kiara moved around Simba making as much contact with the lion as possible. As her back slid under his muzzle, she arched it, pushing his nose higher in the air so he could inhale more of her scent. She caressed her male with her tale and allowed him to become enveloped in her fragrance. After a full circle Kiara lightly padded away from her father and looked back at him with an enticing gaze. She stopped several meters in front of him but continued her sultry stare.
Simba closed his eyes when Kiara's hind end brushed under his chin. His worry and confusion slid away as he became lost in the passionate scent of the lioness. He barely felt her tail slither under his chin or her body glide across his flank. He peeked only to see Kiara in front of him gazing back through her red eyes. When she realized he was watching, she moved her tail aside and laid on the ground. With her rump in the air, Kiara presented her lover with the most precious gem she had.
Simba sauntered over to her still not entirely sure what was going on. He stood behind her knowing that Kiara's enticing gaze was still following him, he leaned in pressed his nose to her flower and inhaled her intoxicating aroma. He heard a gasp, but realized it was in excitement rather than protest, as before, Simba placed his muzzle around Kiara's opening and pushed his tongue into her. He savored Kiara's deep purrs almost as much as the tang of her sex as its juices slipped down his throat.
Kiara stiffened and gasped at the stimulation. A little more prepared, she let herself enjoy every moment of the rapture. She clawed the ground slowly but viciously as her high grew. All too soon Kiara felt Simba pull his tongue out of her body and she grunted softly in protest. She looked back at her father and whimpered, "Please, make love to me, Simba."
Simba heard Kiara's plea and straddled his daughter. He lowered his head and placed it against hers in loving hug. Simba used his cock to move the lioness' tail aside and feel for Kiara's sweet spot. Once he found what it was looking for, Simba pressed it very slowly into place. He gasped and took his time to delight in the heat Kiara produced around his precum-soaked member. Once he regained control of his senses, Simba squeezed his offspring and pulled himself into her. The interlaced lions purred in ecstasy.
Simba was very gentle as he thrust into Kiara. He relished every second until his hilt met with her backside. Once there, paused a moment partially to enjoy the warmth and pressure, but also to prevent himself from cumming too early. He knew he would have to make this one last; it's not every day such a young, fresh and tight pussy is available and so willing. Besides, the taboo of mating with his daughter somehow excited Simba more than he would have liked it to. Simba pulled Kiara's rear in close. He wanted to make sure she felt the full force of her King.
She did. Tears began to fill Kiara's eyes and roll down her cheeks. She felt her father's penis inside her most sacred opening and started breathing heavily in ecstasy. As he paused, Kiara pressed her front paws into the earth and angled her head to the sky. Now that the physical pain had subsided, she was free to take pleasure in feeling the huge amount of lion that had slid its way deep inside her. Kiara purred as Simba pulled his penis back until it almost left her, and then she gasped as it returned to its new home. Then Simba repeated the action at a deliberately slow pace to allow her to fully appreciate his size. With every push, a slight moan escaped Kiara's mouth.
Simba slowly continued thrusting in… out… in… out. Each time he entered Kiara, Simba paused to feel her body's contraction. Kiara's pussy, hot, wet, tight and remarkably strong, squeezed Simba's throbbing member harder with each thrust. The elation it brought was indescribable. Simba loved this new lioness.
Kiara felt her grip. The more her muscles squeezed, the harder Simba's flesh felt. It was almost as if she was pulling Simba in. Kiara could not help but marvel at the feelings she experienced when Simba inserted his lion hood. It didn't take long before Kiara started pushing back on Simba. This drove him deeper, causing an even greater grip on his penis. Soon, she began to grunt and moan loudly and uncontrollably. Soon afterward, she found herself lost in erotic bliss as her body matched Simba's gyrations.
Simba felt Kiara's thrusting and started to go faster and harder. He couldn't believe he had never considered doing this a long time ago. His daughter was really gifted. He held Kiara tighter and pulled her in even more.
Kiara gritted her teeth as a new, stronger feeling swept over her, clouding her mind. She began breathing heavily and used the muscles in her body to grab Simba as tightly as possible. She couldn't stop; her pussy was ablaze with passion and wanted more as did she. She pumped Simba with every bit of force she could muster. The fervor with which she was thrusting caused her exhilaration to build until, finally… her first orgasm. The wave of euphoria slammed Kiara like a tsunami and she came like she never thought possible. Kiara roared loudly and began clawing deep trenches in the ground as a wave upon wave of pure ecstasy washed over her. Every muscle in her strong body tightened, especially those inside her crotch. 
Simba could not take anymore. It almost felt like she was trying to squeeze his organ off. He hugged his daughter and pulled her in as close as possible. Simba let out a deafening roar as he exploded deep inside Kiara. He continued to hold her close as he felt a deluge of cum escape his body. He came over and over in his daughter, filling her womb full of his thick, hot seed. So much so, that a large portion oozed out of her and flooded her fur and Simba's balls before forming a pool on the ground. After several moments, Simba collapsed on top of Kiara, spurting a little more semen into her every few moments. Simba could feel his cock floating inside Kiara and marveled at how her body was still pulling on him, aching for as much cum as it could get. As he lay there, he felt the gentle vibrations caused by Kiara's purring. He licked the back of his daughter's ears tenderly; the way lovers do. Then he turned his head to the left and laid his cheek in the fur between her ears. 
"Thank you, Kiara," he said affectionately.
Kiara was barely heard him. She was still purring, lost in a sea of lust. At the peak pleasure, she felt her father cum. It was very warm and very thick. Right away, she felt her body soak up the fluid released by Simba. She started to climb down slowly, shuttering a little each time her father pumped a more semen into her womb. She cried out of pure bliss. Kiara shivered when a gust of wind cooled the juice that was soaking into the cream fur at the base of her mound. As she lay there, she squeezed on Simba's mighty organ every once in a while, just so she could feel him spurt inside her. The thick heat he placed inside her body was a cloud of rapture and she wanted to grow. Still, she felt as though she had done something wrong. She willingly mated with her father! She didn't know which was worse: being filled with her father's seed or that she actually enjoyed and wished it wouldn't stop. Then she realized she didn't really care. With that, she gave Simba another squeeze.
It was a long while before Simba came down from his plateau and felt the magnitude of what he had done. As they lay in the grass, Simba was enjoying the feeling of his floating penis and was in awe over how hungry Kiara was for his seed, which he gladly donated in short spurts. He realized he had begun slipping out a little, so he pulled his daughter's rump toward him a little more until he felt the tip of his penis press against the far wall of her womb. He wanted to make sure she felt this, so he pressed his paws against the opening of her pussy, stimulating a contraction and eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from his daughter.
Finally, Simba realized that he had actually mated with his own daughter. Suddenly a wave of questions about the taboo he just taken a willing part in flooded his mind. Not the least prominent was the constantly reappearing, "What would Nala say?" He lay there for a moment thinking of what he should do. Simba stood up and slowly pulled his long and plump penis out of his daughter. He tried to be careful not to hurt her with his barbs. The gravity of the situation really sank in when Simba saw his cock spilled cum out of his daughter in a cascade of white goo even though its head was still in her. He paused; the male in him wanted to return and continue pumping a bit more seed into the beautiful lioness. No, he couldn't do that. Simba pulled his head out of Kiara's soaked opening and watched in a perverse pleasure as a second wave of semen rolled out of his daughter, pooling in the dirt. Her cunny was still throbbing with hunger. He walked around and looked at her face.
Kiara mind was still clouded in. Simba watched her labored breathing. His eyes were drawn to her lips. "Those soft, warm, moist lips." The male in him was trying to take over again. Simba's cock began to harden as he imagined what it would feel like and how easy it would be to walk up and rub his slimy penis across her cheek before sliding it into Kiara's mouth. He could almost feel what it would be like to blow a load of cum down the throat of the lioness in front of him and get turned on as she choked on the white liquid spraying down her gullet. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be willing to continue their little session. He even considered assuming she would consent and just going through with the oral sex while she lay there in a daze.
Simba quickly shook those thoughts out of his head and let Kiara recover while he waited for his erection to subside.
"Kiara? Kiara?" Simba sighed.
"She only did this make me feel better," he thought.
"Kiara, I'm sorry...I" 
Kiara looked up and peered into her father's eyes. Sometime that afternoon Kiara found the paternal love she thought she had lost and cherished it even more. She remembered Nala told her earlier that day this was the reason she had to leave Pride Rock. She could not ask her father to withstand her pull on him. Her mother was right, it wasn't fair to expect him to hold back that which Mother Nature made was so important. "I didn't ask him to hold back," she thought. "And he certainly didn't!" Kiara noted that Simba looked worried. She smiled at him as she got up.
"Daddy, I told you it was alright," she assured him.
"I know, sweetheart," he replied. "It's just that you're my daughter and it feels wrong."
"Why is wrong," she asked shaking her head. "It is your responsibility to mate with the lionesses. Last time I checked, I was one of those lionesses. Why can't I enjoy mating with the king?"
"Kiara, it's not that simple."
"Yes, it is. I'm in heat; you mated with me and sewed my body with your seed. Just like the king is supposed to do. Besides, once I realized that nature made it this way, I relaxed and it was amazing. I finally understand the look on Mother's face when the two of you return from a 'hunt'." 
Simba wasn't prepared for that comment.
"But if it makes you feel better, I promise I won't tell anyone."
Simba was about to issue his rebuttal, but a stubborn look from Kiara told him that his efforts were futile. "Ok, Kiara, you're right." She was right, until another male arrived, he was the only lion she could mate with and still remain in the pride.
The lions looked at each other for a long time before they realized the sun was about to set. They turned and walked toward Pride Rock side by side. 
"Speaking of mom," Kiara continued. "Do you think she'll join us next time?"
Simba stopped dead in his tracks from that one. As Kiara continued walking Simba thought about her proposition. He could do far worse than mate the two most beautiful lionesses in Africa.
The end?