Scar, a brother, an uncle, a jealous lion only dreams to be a king. Is there anything wrong with that? He only seeks power, and with that power, such feeble things as happiness, love, and respect, all will come once he reaches it. However, there are two obstacles that are in his way, his brother, and his nephew. He sometimes tries to teach his nephew his ways, but alas there is a bird that tires to get in his way. Still, after a failed attempt to at least get the boy out of the way with the help of some hyenas in the Elephant Graveyard, he thought of a new plan. A dastardly plan. All he needed is some time alone with Simba...
It was the day after, and Scar lured Simba into coming with him to the middle of a gorge. Scar's new plan involved ordering his hyenas to cause a stampede with horde of Wildebeest, that will hopefully kill the boy, along with his brother, who he will inform of the stamped and die with his son. Oh yes, it was absolutely perfect! Though, there was an urge Scar couldn't handle well. An urge that drives him to think terrible thoughts An urge that could be a non-issue if only he took up his brothers offer to mate with any of the lionesses that are ruled under him. Scar pinned his eyes on Simba, and he decided to pull one last trick before his plan takes action.
"So Simba, your farther-"
"Yeah, where is my dad?" Simba interrupted.
Scar sighed, "Your father will be coming soon. But I do have a question. Did he punish you for the trouble you caused yesterday?" Scar gave Simba an intense look.
Simba huddled back slightly, "Not-not really. He scolded me-"
"That's it?! A little talking to? Oh my oh my, maybe I shouldn't have invited you here since you weren't punished,"
"Uncle Scar, please, I'll make up for what I did, I promise!"
"Oh I'm sure you will... for I will have to punish you myself," Scar grinned sinister smile.
Simba gulped, "What, what will you do?"
"Turn around and life your behind in the air,"
Simba was shocked and confused at this request, but he still did it, "Okay, now what?"
"Stay still," Scar's heart was pumping rapidly, his limbs were shaking, his emotions were steaming of passion, "Good, good, now stay quiet as I punish you!" Scar got on top of Simba and shoved his slowly hardening cock in Simba's tight asshole. Simba was surprised and cried out in pain, "I said keep quiet!" Scar ordered, to which Simba tried to keep as quiet as possible. Scar proceeded to deflower his nephew. He moved his hips in a rhythmic motion, back and forth in Simba, who was crying silently, his eyes watering, feeling shame for what he did. Scar only went faster and harder, tearing up Simba's little butt-hole, roaring in passion as he was fucking him. Though this wasn't enough, his ego demanded he saw his nephew's eyes in pain. Scar took out his hard cock, throbbing, ready to blow a load.
"Simba, now I need you to roll on your back for the second half of the punishment!" Scar's voice was more excited than usual, more energetic and lively. Simba obeyed and rolled, his eyes looking dead-set in his uncle's. Scar licked Simba's face and whispered in his ear, "I do this because I care for you..." Scar lied to Simba.
The evil lion then slowly inserted his large member into the young cub, seeing his nephews eyes squirm as his dick was being forced inside his nephew's just made Scar's day even better for him. He started the motion again, starting out slow, to really drag out Simba's 'punishment', and with each passing minute, he goes faster, and harder, and faster, and harder, and faster, and harder into the cub. Simba couldn't hold back his tears at all, and Scar was laughing all the way.
It was time, time for Scar to understand what happiness was. He blew his load into the cub, causing both of them to feel wet and sticky. Inside Simba, something strange will occur. Simba was special for reasons almost no one knows. He was the only male in his pride to carry a cub, and now, he will carry Scar's child, whether he wanted to or not...
As Scar finished, he huffed and puffed, and felt dirty. He felt terrible. He saw Simba crying with blank eyes, and he ran far away. He commanded the hyenas to start the stampede and he dashed to his brother to continue on with his plan.
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