Children of Simba
Simba slowly opened his eyes, his head still hurting from the fall.
He was in his Jungle retreat, away from the pridelands, the place where Timon & Pumbaa had met him and where he had grown up from a cub to a lion. Also the place where he had made love with Nala for the first time, and possibly where his daughter Kiara was concieved inside his best friend.
"Oawhh" He groaned, feeling his senses coming back to life.
He could feel a weight on his body but he couldn't quite figure out what, his vision was blurred and adjusting to the light.
What was on him he could make out to be heavy and something stimulating! Warm and furry, like something was brushing against his extremities, making him come to life with each brush.
"Ahhh..." Simba moaned as he felt a rush of feeling flow up from his lower body and enter his head forcing his vision continued to clear.
As his eyes continued to adjust to the light he was able to finally make out what was on top of him. It was a lioness, but it wasn't Nala. She was between his hind legs and she turned her head up when she felt him come awake.
"Who are you?" Simba said in a grogy voice.
"My name is Zia." The lioness answered.
Simba saw that she was coated in a brownish exterior like Zira, but had clear blue eyes, giving her face a cool and calm expression. She looked well built, a hunting lion no doubt.
Zia than turned her attention to Simba's extremities and started to lick them with her tongue.
"Oh...." Simba moaned as he felt himself come to life.
"I'm sorry I had to jump you back there." Zia appologized.
"Ahh...so is this your way of saying your sorry?" Simba asked.
"No...this is what I want from you." Zia answered.
She then got up and hovered over Simba's face, laying her body down upon his. Their warmth permanating from their bodies.
Simba was unable to move. His whole body ached, the fall had knocked the wind out of him.
"No....I already have...." Simba tried to answer, but Zia kissed him, giving him no recourse but to share in her bond with him.
Simba began to lose conciousness as Zia continued to rape him.
He awoke the next morning. His eyes went wide open, remembering what had just transpired. He felt refreshed and looked around the green forest of his Jungle retreat, Zia was no where in sight.
Simba got to his feet, stretched out, hearing his spine crack as he did so. His muscles felt worn out, as he began to walk around and get his bearings he looked up at the cliff where he falled from. It was a nearly 40 feet up.
Then he looked behind him and saw the place where he had been laying in. It looked like someone had been wrestling around in, the grass had many grooves and blood stains from his back presumably.
Simba sniffed around the area where he had been. It had the scent of Zia and...his seed.
Simba's gaze returned to the cliff above.
"Damn..." Simba said in a whisper.
Simba slowly opened his eyes, his head still hurting from the fall.
He was in his Jungle retreat, away from the pridelands, the place where Timon & Pumbaa had met him and where he had grown up from a cub to a lion. Also the place where he had made love with Nala for the first time, and possibly where his daughter Kiara was concieved inside his best friend.
"Oawhh" He groaned, feeling his senses coming back to life.
He could feel a weight on his body but he couldn't quite figure out what, his vision was blurred and adjusting to the light.
What was on him he could make out to be heavy and something stimulating! Warm and furry, like something was brushing against his extremities, making him come to life with each brush.
"Ahhh..." Simba moaned as he felt a rush of feeling flow up from his lower body and enter his head forcing his vision continued to clear.
As his eyes continued to adjust to the light he was able to finally make out what was on top of him. It was a lioness, but it wasn't Nala. She was between his hind legs and she turned her head up when she felt him come awake.
"Who are you?" Simba said in a grogy voice.
"My name is Zia." The lioness answered.
Simba saw that she was coated in a brownish exterior like Zira, but had clear blue eyes, giving her face a cool and calm expression. She looked well built, a hunting lion no doubt.
Zia than turned her attention to Simba's extremities and started to lick them with her tongue.
"Oh...." Simba moaned as he felt himself come to life.
"I'm sorry I had to jump you back there." Zia appologized.
"Ahh...so is this your way of saying your sorry?" Simba asked.
"No...this is what I want from you." Zia answered.
She then got up and hovered over Simba's face, laying her body down upon his. Their warmth permanating from their bodies.
Simba was unable to move. His whole body ached, the fall had knocked the wind out of him.
"No....I already have...." Simba tried to answer, but Zia kissed him, giving him no recourse but to share in her bond with him.
Simba began to lose conciousness as Zia continued to rape him.
He awoke the next morning. His eyes went wide open, remembering what had just transpired. He felt refreshed and looked around the green forest of his Jungle retreat, Zia was no where in sight.
Simba got to his feet, stretched out, hearing his spine crack as he did so. His muscles felt worn out, as he began to walk around and get his bearings he looked up at the cliff where he falled from. It was a nearly 40 feet up.
Then he looked behind him and saw the place where he had been laying in. It looked like someone had been wrestling around in, the grass had many grooves and blood stains from his back presumably.
Simba sniffed around the area where he had been. It had the scent of Zia and...his seed.
Simba's gaze returned to the cliff above.
"Damn..." Simba said in a whisper.