“Oh, believe me, he’s gotten plenty out of me. My eye, in particular. Let’s just say that we did not part on very amicable terms.” Frustration built within the lion and he began to rock back harder, trying to take his mind off of the past.

“ Quit stalking, my boy. The shadows don’t suit you. “

“ How could you not? I’m clearly the picturesque representation of an uncle. “ “ Count your blessings, boy, you’re lucky to have me in your life - “

Scar huffed, placing a hand on his hip whilst his tail swished behind him. “ Simba, my dear nephew, if you want to fuck me so badly just be direct and tell me. No need to beat around the bush. “

“ It appears I have an itch I unfortunately cannot scratch on my own. “ “ Be a dear and dig your length into your king’s ass to find it ~ “

“Present yourself. Your king requires relief.”

“ I see my darling family has decided to pay a visit. “

“ Yes, because your visits tend to end with me choking on your length for the rest of the night… “

“ I enjoy it just fine. Though you and your father have a tendency to drop in unannounced and grab my skull within seconds of your arrival… “ “ A brief warning would be appreciated. “

“ It appears the entire pride has awoken. “ “ Just when I had grown so comfortable with the quiet. . . “

“ If you’re so insistent on bothering me, at least make it worth my time. “

“ Yes, because I just adore it when the unhoused barge into my abode unannounced… “ Scar didn’t seem to reach much from the slap, though would arch his back to better support the man’s length.

Spending time with his “beloved” family often leads to Scar walking with quite a noticeable limp the next morning. . .

“ Come now. It’s clear who the true KING is in the family ~ “