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Just something I happened to come up with and typed it down. My last Lion King story was quite popular, and I thought to take another shot at it, and see what happens. Hope you enjoy it, y'all!

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Simba felt so nervous when he walked along the narrow stony ledge that he barely dared to breathe. The lion could already hear his own heart thumping quickly, driving blood through the proud male's body at a rapid pace. His tail was tense and slung between his hind legs, ready to lash out at the first signal of someone other's presence in his wake. His whiskers prickled, and the smallest noise that he couldn't attribute to his own paws on the rock made his ears flick sharply.

Restless waves of energy coursed through the young, proud male's body as he trekked along. He wondered quietly, as the moonlight briefly ebbed due to the presence of a wandering cloud, whether Nala and Kira were still fast asleep in the large royal cave where he and his family made their home and rested during the night. Kira only needed feeding once a night anymore, meaning that they all had been getting more sleep as of late.

Still he felt sleepless, tense, and full of energy that needed to be released, should he ever want to rest.

Even with the reduced moonlight, Simba could see the dark maw of an opening that was the cave, cragged rock, and stone smoothened by endless showers of rain, making the surfaces so fine that he almost felt slippery. Simba could feel his claws scraping on the stone, and making more nervewracking sounds that sent his ears into an overdrive.

His breaths were loud, when he approached the mouth of the cave, and then stopped, on all four paws, tense, majestic, and unseen by anyone except the moon. His throat vibrated with a rumble rising from his chest.

Simba could already smell the old lion.

Simba made a hacking sound, a soft one, but it echoed off the stone walls, and seemed louder than it really was. Simba fell silent afterwards, listening for any noises coming from within. He heard none, and repeated his earlier leonine cough.

"Jelani?" Simba spoke in a gentle whisper, letting his voice roll into the cave beyond.

Simba hadn't felt this nervous since the first time he had preyed on a gazelle all by himself, hiding in the bushes, and preparing for the kill. It made his blood boil in a way that was hard to even describe, except that the lion king knew that he liked the feeling.

A sound echoed from the cave that definitely wasn't the wind blowing through its mysterious tunnels. No...Simba knew that kind of a noise, and what made it, for it was similar to the hacking sound he had made only a moment before, almost a groan, that pierced the darkness of the cave.

"Who calls?" the older lion's voice was deep.

Simba's neck prickled. He adjusted his four paws, and let his tail stay still.

"It is I, Simba," the lion king replied.

A moment passed before anything else happened, but now Simba could see movement, a shape in the shapeless darkness of the cave beyond. Simba could feel himself tense even more despite being well in the know about who he had roused from what he presumed to be a deep sleep. Perhaps it was an instinct, something to protect lions from wandering into hazardous dark tunnels without knowing what dangers might prey for them inside. The feeling was strong even for Simba, the well-appointed top of the hierarchy of the savannah. He was a lion, and he was the leader of the lions. That was his place.

"Simba..." the voice spoke again.

The lion became visible slowly. The first thing that was solid rather than dark was his eyes, gleaming in whatever little light was available, growing into the shapes of his muzzle, and his rich, thick mane, thicker than Simba's own, though streaked with the grey of age. His thick, firm body spoke otherwise though, despite its own patches of grey, rolling into the broad hips and the long, inquisitive tail flicking behind the slowly walking male.

His scent was so thick that Simba could taste it.

It made his heart leap.

Simba tilted his head in respect, and received a curious look from the older male, whom was watching him with eyes that seemed bright and definitely unmarred with age. His nose was loud, as he sampled the scent of the visitor. A rumble rose from his broad chest.

"My king..." Jelani grumbled. "What do you seek?"

Simba breathed out loudly, tinged with the rumble he had been holding back out of respect for the older lion's words. His skin itched and his heart was beating all too fast, and his legs seemed heavy, as he stood there and took the scrutiny of the fellow male.

Simba swallowed.

"I...have a question I did not ask before, Jelani," the lion spoke.

The lion tilted his head as he listened to the king's words, observing every motion of the younger lion's body and face, for further clues into his state of mind. It only worked to make Simba more nervous, really. He had the feeling that Jelani's eyes had seen so many things, that he could see anything he wanted, wherever he wanted...including the king of the lions, who had taught himself to be...measured, when needed.

Now he felt like he could not hide anything from this mysterious visitor, who had arrived so suddenly a week's worth of days earlier, claiming to be an old friend of Simba's father, Mufasa. Simba, filled with wisdom perhaps beyond his years due to the circumstances of his ascension to the throne, was cautious at first, well aware that many would try to get the good graces of the new king, some with false claims. It had taken Jelani a long while to convince Simba of his good intentions, none the least by the fact that the old lion seemed to know extraordinary amounts of Simba's father's life. Many stories were such that Simba himself could only remember fragments of them, spoken to him during starlit nights when he himself was just a cub...but the old lion spoke them clearly as the moon, with the conviction of someone who was there in the first place.

Simba had sat in rapt attention, listening to the rumbling voice, wondering about the stranger who claimed he had known Simba's father. It had been so many years since Mufasa died, and Simba had been so young, that every little detail, and insight, to the male Simba idolized in his thoughts and missed in his dreams, was something he held of great value, and quietly treasured. The visitor sparked his curiosities, and made him feel oddly connected to him...perhaps, via the obvious connection this stranger Jelani must have had with his own father, Mufasa. It also made him feel close to his father, in a way that was difficult to explain...but it was there, on the back of his mind, and making him want to know more.

Simba especially wanted to know the answer to the one question he had come here to ask, in the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep, and Simba had evaded his own lifeguards, to come and see the stranger in his cave.

"Speak then, my king," Jelani encouraged, in his usual gentle voice.

Simba breathed deeply. He made a decision, and sat down, then, settling upon the cool stone. His tail rolled around his legs, for comfort. The older lion remained standing on all four paws and watching the king.

"I...I want to ask you...about my father."

The grey-streaked head was lowered, briefly, in a most graceful nod that fit the character of the deep and well-spoken stranger, now the subject of Simba's full curiosity and attention.

"Of course, Simba. You are free to ask anything you want...that you didn't ask before, as you say."

Simba felt oddly chilly despite the warm, thick furs that gave him quite the resistance to the elements. Must've been the nerves, he thought to himself, not with particular pleasure that the fact. He did not like weaknesses on himself.

"I apologize if I am wrong, Jelani, but...when you talked about you leaving the Pridelands on the other day and...and..." Simba stopped, feeling odd heat on his cheeks.

He felt almost silly, speaking like this, almost out of impulse, like the whole of coming there to begin with was, he felt. It wasn't something he would have thought himself to be doing so casually, simply getting up and prowling into the night.

"Yes?" Simba was glad that the lion did not sound impatient.

"I do not wish you to think that I think you a liar, Jelani, but I got the distinct feeling that you were not speaking the whole truth either."

Sibme held his breath once he was spoken, and allowed the tension to ebb away into something more comfortable, while keeping eye contact with the older male still standing in front of him. Simba was at the ready, not about to miss a single beat, considering that he had just spoken quite boldly, and if Jelani felt displeasure at his words, there was not knowing how aggressive the response could be. Now, Simba was strong, but he knew that the other male, despite his more advanced years, would still offer a great deal of resistance. He did not want to leave anything to chance.

The lion seemed...perplexed, for a brief moment, but his gaze did not waver, nor his posture, still as solid as it was, all fours paws steady and strong. His muzzle would not reveal his feelings, however, now his tail, that stayed slung between his legs, with the tip flicking occasionally.

"Yes...I see." Jelani rumbled.

Simba wasn't sure what the lion meant with these words, but remained quiet. He hoped that giving some space to Jelani would make him speak more eagerly.

The lion's great head turned upwards to look at the moon. The movement puffed out his chest and his mane, making him appear even grander than he was. In a way it reminded Simba of Mufasa, how graceful and large his father had been, especially viewed by someone who had been so small in comparison to his father's great size and presence. Simba's heart leaped at the thought.

Jelani gave him a look.

"What can you tell?" Simba couldn't hold it back anymore.

Jelani's ears flicked, and he drew a deep breath which he then purred into the night.

"You must wonder why your father never spoke about me," the lion rumbled.

Of course he did wonder. It had been the first question Simba had made to the lion upon hearing Jelani's claim that he had known Mufasa. it had seemed such an outrageous thing to speak, and the answer to the question had been an equally cryptic: "It must have been something he considering to be a thing of the past." Simba had been wondering about that for the whole week now, amongst other things about the mysterious lion now standing thoughtfully in front of him and staring at the moon.

"I do," Simba replied.

"Yes..." the lion whispered.

Simba frowned a little. It seemed that the answer was not something that would be readily spoken by Jelani...at least not without giving him plenty of time to compose his answers. Simba wondered whether it was something especially...painful for the great lion, something difficult to speak. He knew of such things...he held painful memories in his own heart as well, and would not speak of them easily, not even to Nala.

"I am sure you remember that I told you that I stayed here during the year before you were born, Simba..."

Simba nodded.

"I do remember."

Jelani nodded in return, incrementally, so that his eyes met Simba's, if only briefly, before they again sought the council of the heavenly bodies.

"Yes...yes, it was a hot summer...a very hot summer indeed...rivers ran dry...the small ones. Prey was plentiful. You could easily run down the tired gazelles...exhausted from the lack of water..."

Simba could almost taste the fresh blood in his maw as the story unraveled.

"You...hunted with father?" Simba stated.

Jelani's eyes again met Simba's, and they seemed to be smiling.

"Until we couldn't eat more," his lips pulled into a smile as well.

Simba grinned, a boyish gesture over his face that had matured so much as of lately. The thought of his father running across the savannah was a truly happy one for him. It sounded like something that was extremely pleasant to have his father to remember by. He was grateful that Jelani had shared that memory with him.

"...until we'd seek the river that had not dried up, to wash ourselves of scent and blood, and then lay down under a tree..." the memory continued.

Simba felt a pang of sadness, just a quick one, at the fact that he had not had the chance to enjoy such moments with his father. Jelani, however, did do exactly that. He was listening with eager ears now, hungry for any detail that would let him have another memory of his father, even if delivered via the memory of the old lion, now sharing a tale.

"...and your father had not met your mother yet..."

Simba watched the other lion with curious eyes. He wondered how this fact connected to the rest of the story...what its significance was in relation.

"...I'm afraid your grandfather, whose name was Ahadi, did not approve...of what we sought under that tree..."

The lion's voice tapered away, leaving them to sit in silence, but for their breathing. Jelani's seemed to be rumbling a little.

Simba practically held his own. His belly was clenching nervously as the tried to comprehend these words. The lion was speaking many things that were new to him, especially in relation to his father, whom the story concerned as well. Jelani was speaking of things that Simba...knew of, of course. He was no fool. He was no...stranger. He knew about the ways of young lions with no mates. He had been one...and wasn't Jelani just saying that his father had not yet taken Sarabi as his mate? that's what he had said...and that, and the implications of a warm day and the shade of a tree...and disapproval...they could speak of only one thing.

A nervous pulse of warmth coursed through Simba's chest and spine as the thought solidified in his mind, into the complete image. His eyes, fixed on the lion in front of him, took in his shape. Strong, powerful male, with a few signs of his age, that was Jelani...and those years ago, his furs would have been pure gold, his strength unending, and his eagerness for life...fantastic. Had his father seen him like that? Someone so strong and beautiful that he could not have resisted the temptation of young, firm flesh? Could it really be?

Simba cleared his throat, in a sound so loud that he could see that Jelani almost jumped. His ears definitely did so.

"You...you and father..." he started...breathing... "sought each other?"

Jelani smiled.

"Like we sought that fresh water for our thirst...yes, Simba."

Simba's heart raced. The lion had confirmed what he had suspected, in a manner, from the first moment he had heard that Jelani had known his father. He couldn't exactly point the reason why, but there was something...there had to be something he had...felt...and yes...he was the son of Mufasa, after all. He carried the same blood, and he saw the lion with the eyes of a man, who was kin to the man that Jelani had known.

The old lion chuffed. He wasn't laughing, though.

He almost made Simba jump.

"...youthful eagerness it was..." the lion spoke, slowly. "...for as long as it lasted..."

Simba could definitely her the edge of mournful reflection now, in that voice that remained level in quality, and gentle, respectful of the memory that was being spoken of.

"What happened?"

Jelani breathed out and shook his head quickly, ruffling his mane in the process. Simba watched quiet.

"...three things, really, Simba...three things, that made the summer come to a chilly close..."

Simba felt passionately curious now, and his eyes conveyed the feeling for the lion, as much as his words that were to come.

"Please, tell me, Jelani. I wish to know."

The lion's tail flapped against the ground loudly.

"I have to warn you, Simba...you will not like it."

Simba frowned, watching the lion's calm expression, and wondered what dark secrets could be hiding under such composed exterior.

"Tell me," Simba repeated.

Jelani's shoulders rolled as he adjusted his posture.

"Your mother...your mother was presented to your father, Simba...and I am honest with myself, when I speak that I knew the moment I saw them together that it was meant to be so..."

The voice seemed calm, but Simba wondered whether the lion really could have felt joyous of the pairing, considering that by now, Simba understood that the lion must have felt...a great deal, for the great male that was Simba's own father. To hear him speak about Sarabi in such a way after talking about his own relationship with Mufasa was...odd, to say the least. Simba's furs almost bristled as he took this fact in as well.

"Yes...they were soon passionately in love, and I would hear about it, of course...your father still hunted with me..."

Simba felt almost embarrassed when he had to bite back the question about whether they had still been doing things other than hunting at the time. His cheeks definitely held heat for the thought, and a twinge of warmth in his loins as well. He tried not to think about that, though. His own such times were long past now, he thought.

"...and yes, we sought one another...but it wasn't...quite the same of course..."

Simba didn't know how to answer to such an intimate fact, and thus, he simply say still, and listened.

"...I am not proud of what came next, Simba...even if I may say that I was young and...aggressively pursued, when it came to be..."

"What happened?" now Simba spoke, openly and quickly, wondering where this story was going.

Jelani held the pause for a moment before he continued.

"...your...father's brother was a very passionate male as well, SImba...passionate in everything he did...including his jealousy..."

Simba felt tension course through his body at the mention of Scar, the lion whom he thought to be a demon come to flesh, for all the things he had done. It was Scar who killed his father and tried to kill the rest of his family as well. It was Scar who imprisoned and used his mother. It was Scar who had tried to kill Simba several times. And now the lion he had come to respect was speaking of him, in such...dangerous terms.

"Yes?" Simba hissed between clenched teeth.

He could see Jelani's tail still, as if he was very carefully gauging how the lion was taking his words, and whether he should go on. Jelani's eyes seemed clear and concentrated, upon the tense lion king.

"...he wanted to have me, Simba, and I...I let him, Simba..."

The great lion's eyes turned for the heavens above.

Simba snarled instinctually. Had Jelani BETRAYED his father's trust by approaching Scar? The idea seemed horrible to him, and made the tension in his body grow even further. Was Jelani as treacherous as his uncle had been found out to be? Had Jelani been his ally, even, scheming to overtake the Pridelands for themselves? Simba no longer knew what to think of him, no matter how much respect he had learned to feel for him over the few days they had spent together, talking about the past times. Now...he no longer knew.

Jelani's furs seemed to bristle, but he did not make a move in reaction to Simba's aggressive gesture. There were no teeth, no posturing, no grumbling. There were simply eyes, watching back to Simba's, over the few feet between them. Jelani remained stoic.

"...but it wouldn't last long, Simba. Your father's brother was very impatient. He saw little...conquest in me, after all. I wasn't your father's exclusive property...your father had your mother as well... your father's brother couldn't influence him through me, and the amusement I provided was...merely something for him to have...just something he wanted."

Simba still didn't speak.

"But then your grandfather...a wise man as he was, and well in the know of the ways of the world around us, he...he saw the...he saw how his two sons were affected by me, Simba," Jelani continued steadily. "He saw how his sons would disappear for...hunts...and he was a remarkable man. When he spoke, you were bound to listen..."

Simba released a slow breath, the one he had been holding for a moment, and let it flow into the night.

"What did he say?"

Jelani cleared his throat with a chuff.

"He told me to go and never come back or he'd eat my balls," the lion replied.

Simba coughed at the sudden words, and jumped to all four paws, as if it was natural to reach in such a way when hearing about the possible loss of one's masculine pride in such graphic detail. He was glad to feel his own heavy sack swing with the moment, reminding him that he himself was safe.

Jelani chuffed again, and gazed at Simba, now standing there.

"...among other things of course," he rumbled once more, "and he made it clear that I was not welcome back to the Pridelands, and that I should return to my own pride and never look back."

Simba nodded quietly.

"And you never did?" he asked.

Jelani flicked an ear the king of the lions.

"I knew that he was right, in a way, Simba. It really wasn't my place to be, not under those circumstances," the old lion spoke. "Not with everything going on."

Simba felt mournful, quietly, upon the lion's words. It sounded like Jelani had to leave many things behind him, when he had been told to leave...foremost of them, his father's affections, and whatever Jelani felt for Mufasa, in return. From the way the lion spoke of him, Simba felt that it had to be a great deal.

"So why did you come back, Jelani?" he spoke the next question that came to his mind, based on everything he had heard so far. "Why now?"

Jelani smiled.

"Time passes, Simba...for every one of us," he mused. "...and I felt that I ought to treat myself to one more visit to these places, Simba...to see the places where I felt...so much alive so long ago."

Simba felt odd warmth in his heart, despite everything. He knew that despite the mournful quality to it, this had to be a happy tale, and a memory, for Jelani, and it had to mean a great deal for him to share it with Simba...who was Mufasa's kin, nonetheless. It filled him with an odd sense of pride, to be present there, with this man who had known his father...and who now knew him...what had come of Mufasa. The new king of the lions.

"And..." Jelani rumbled on casually, "I heard of all the troubles here and what had come of Mufasa and Taka and about the new king and...I was curious to see what had come of this place, with them, and after them."

"I understand," Simba breathed out.

Jelani smiled and chuffed companionably.

"I mourn for Mufasa, Simba...it obviously wasn't his time yet..." the old lion spoke, "but when I see you, I..."

He paused, and simply watched the golden lion in front of him, for a moment, gazing him intently. Simba felt almost nervous for it. He could see the warmth in the eyes, and could feel it as well, as a heat under the soft furs of his cheeks. He didn't often feel like that.

Jelani's vibrant voice filled the night again.

"...I see him in you, Simba...everything that was good about him, I see in you, Simba...my king..."

The old lion fell silent, and it was a comfortable silence, for the moment.

Simba felt proud in a very warm manner, at being complimented with such words, and with a heartfelt comparison to his own father, nonetheless. Coming from someone who had truly known the male in question, it was especially meaningful. It made his chest full of warmth, along with the pride, and it culminated in a purr, rumbling out of his throat with his broad smile.

"Thank you, Jelani," Simba murmured. "It is an honor."

Jelani stepped closer, so that they were properly face to face, so close that Simba could feel and smell his breaths on his muzzle, and over his whiskers. He almost wanted to frown at the feeling, but he daren't break the eye contact he held with the great lion, so close to him now.

He watched how Jelani bowed his head.

"Thank you," the lion spoke, his head still held down.

Simba could smell him so closely now, the musk that was unquestionable, hiding in the bushy male that framed the lion's respectfully bowed head. He was so close that it was almost able to tickle his chin, that expanse of thick fur. He could fear a brush of breath against his own chest, and heard the rumble of the lion paying his greetings for the king.

The air seemed to vibrate, between them.

Simba only had to tilt his head a little to lap his tongue over the top of the older lion's head, leaving a warm trail of scent there, with the brief motion. His chin touched Jelani's brow, and it felt warm, and he could hear a surprised gasp, and tensed, moderately. It had been easy to pay him this additional respect...it felt so right to him, now that they had cleared the air between them, but he did not want to upset the lion either.

Simba took a small step backwards and remained there, cautiously watching the great lion whose head was now tilted up into a more normal posture, and his eyes found Simba's, curious and clear.

"Simba..." his voice rumbled, purred, and resonated.

Simba's cheeks felt even hotter than before. He had only wanted to smell the scent better...and leave a little of his own in return, as if it was a gift for him to give, gently, like that. He wasn't sure that Jelani had appreciated it, now.

"Jelani," he spoke the lion's name in reply.

An odd kind of stillness seemed to now exist between them, Simba felt, as he stood there, on four paws that felt oddly unsteady, despite his claws touching the stone underneath him. His heart raced and his breaths were fast, and the warm itch was there, definitely there and moving over his skin, in little waves sent by each breath he drew into his lungs. Jelani simply stood there as well, watching him, without a move, observant.

His claws sounded like pebbles falling on a rock, when he finally moved, stepping closer to the king until their breaths kissed, and the lion's cheek was pressed onto his own.

"Hmmmm..." Jelani purred, softly, but so near to his ear, it sounded much louder.

Simba gasped. His cheek instantly felt hot, and the purr made him tremble, almost, he could feel it down his jaw, a strange feeling that made both of his ears flick. His body tensed and his tail lashed out, but he remained as he was...his head steady and allowing the other lion to nuzzle it, while he purred and enjoyed himself. Simba...the lion king, felt warmth spreading from his cheek and make his heart race even more.

The scent was strong.

"Hmmhhhrrr...Simba..."

Their manes rustled together, as they remained close, breathing together, filling the night with their purrs. Only the moon was privy to hearing them, or seeing the two shapes of the lions, standing together and close to one another.

Simba gasped when he felt the heat of a tongue, licking the corner of his muzzle. The hot, slick presence made his maw open in surprise, and his own tongue hung out, slick and wet and dripping saliva over the rocks.

Jelani took his chance and pushed his tongue sideways from his maw and into Simba's awaiting muzzle, swiping over his tongue to mix their scent and taste together.

Blood rushed onto Simba's face, making him breathe out hotly, but it was nothing in comparison to the sensations from his loins. He was growing hard, quickly, rapidly, with the pulses of his heart each making his arousal grow further. The pointed inches of his shaft pushed out of his sheath, making the folds of skin withdraw to expose the glistening skin to the world. His sharp, barbed tip pushed against his belly furs and made him moan with the sheer sensation of skin stroking against fur. His tail flicked from side to side, and his tongue, recovered from the initial shock, slipped to the side to meet Jelani's, tasting the older lion properly now.

They purred and remained in heated contact, cheek to cheek, with tongues swapping saliva, tasting one another. Tension rolled, adding to the pulsing of Simba's hard cock. He even had to adjust his posture, to have his hind legs more wide open, for extra comfort. His heavy sac felt heated, and it reminded Simba that he hadn't been with his queen for two or three nights now...Kira had been mewling and Nala simply couldn't leave the sleeping cave so that they could go out to the side cavern and...consummate their love for one another.

This was different, though, this lustful sensation that made him throb powerfully and drive his tongue into the purring lion's muzzle. His heart raced and his mind was filled with thoughts of the past times, not with his queen, but with...others willing to enjoy themselves with a strong, young, virile lion. It had been so long since he had...

Jelani licked his lips for a brief moment more and then, to Simba's surprise, enough to make him open his heavy eyes fully, took a step back, and simply stood there, watching the heavily breathing lion king with a broad smile on his face. Simba's own lips tingled so much that he instinctually licked over them, before he let his muzzle fall open for the soft pants coming from his lungs. His cock pulsed, and judging by the scent, was leaking, too, smearing the rock with his fluids.

The deep musk in the air hinted him that Jelani was the same, even if he couldn't see between the lion's hind legs. Simba knew that he wanted to, however. The very thought thrilled him.

Jelani's eyes were so bright.

"I see you...know of these things," the old lion murmured, his voice as rich as it was before, and now layered with a new element...sensuality.

Simba's mane was ruffled by his energetic nod. He definitely knew. He knew that he wanted more, too. He wondered how he could say that without embarrassing himself by acting like a randy teen lion.

Jelani chuckled, letting it flow with his purrs.

"Oh yes..." he rumbled approvingly.

Simba's ears flicked at the sound.

Jelani kept on smiling.

"...and passionate, too..." his snuffles sounded loud in the silence of the night, "...oh yes...I can smell you..."

Simba's prick throbbed potently at the compliment. The proud lion puffed out his chest, lifting his head up higher to better show off his size, for the other lion to enjoy, and for his own pleasure.

"...can't help it..." he spoke in a quiet grumble, "...you are...fascinating..."

The elder lion chuckled in obvious delight, and rumbled happily.

"And you, Simba...have my full fascination..." the lion licked his lips, quickly, "...and I must say...it would be hard for me...not to..."

Simba felt the erotic tension in his body grow a notch as he watched the lion watch him with such sensual eyes. He wondered whether his father had received a similar gaze, all those years ago when they were young and with lust in their bloods. He wondered whether Mufasa had felt this nervous.

And Simba knew that someone did know.

He had to swallow, and suppress a moan, before he spoke.

"Show me, Jelani," Simba rumbled. "Show me what you showed him."

The lion king's words seemed to light a fire into Jelani's eyes, as he watched the softly panting male standing in front of him, in his youthful pride, aroused, and wanting.

"Are you sure?" the deep voice seemed to caress the very musk-filled air between them.

"Yes," Simba breathed out.

"I am, too," Jelani spoke as well.

Another jolt of arousal heated Simba's loins at the older lion's words. He had been accepted. Now it was up to Jelani.

"Show me," Simba whispered.

Jelani lifted his head up proudly and watched the younger, slightly smaller lion standing there, watching the older lion with a great, hungry interest. Simba felt ever the more wanted for that fact, and could hardly stand in one place. He wanted to release the tension in his body, work with it, explore it, and use it for whatever was to come...and what was promising to be something heated, and memorable.

A wonderful secret to keep.

The older lion chuffed and rumbled, making Simba's ears jump.

"There is much...Simba...a great many things we did..."

"So show me something," Simba spoke passionately, "and I'll come back tomorrow, and you can show more...please..."

Jelani chuckled into the night.

"So eager...."

"Please, Jelani," Simba rumbled.

The great lion smirked approvingly.

"I could show you how your father...enticed me to be with him...and how I responded..." Jelani spoke.

Simba ruffled his mane confidently.

"Anything," he batted his tail impatiently, eager for the dirty fun to begin.

Jelani purred deeply, a sound of such proportions that it almost made Simba's teeth clatter, or so it felt, briefly, while the big male sized him up.

"Hmmm...yes...yes...it was such a hot day...sweat was everywhere..." the lion whispered dangerously, "...there was heat in the air..."

Simba throbbed almost painfully, as he listened to the sensual voice of the lion, detailing the time so long past...and he felt involved...connected, as if he was there instead.

"...and he...Mufasa...." Jelani purred the name out hotly, "...he told me he wanted it...and he lifted his tail and arched his back like a lioness in heat and told me to fuck him hard..."

Simba felt both surprised and oddly embarrassed at the fact that his father had behaved so submissively for the other male...not to mention, that his own hidden muscled squeezed down, on their own accord, as he listened to the exposure of his father's past deeds, with flushed ears. The lion spoke so passionately, too...it was so easy to imagine the scene unfold...even while he knew that he was now expected to play the role his father had done all those years ago.

Jelani kept on purring.

"...and I must say...he took as well as he gave it to me later on as well...I didn't walk right for a day afterwards...it was a good soreness...."

Simba moaned. The air smelled positively of the rut, he was sure, as a result of their constantly leaking pricks spending more and more of their fluids into the rain-washed rocks. Their mixing musk aroused him in wonderful ways, let alone the dirty tale that they were...it seemed, about to relive, now.

"Oh yes," Jelani spoke, watching the tense lion with eagerness. "That is what I showed him...and will show you, if you want, Simba..."

Simba knew that he could not waste such an opportunity to experience something he had been deprived of for such a long time now. It was but a memory for him, the feeling of another male, taking him roughly in pleasure...something he had wanted to revisit for a long time, but his love for his queen, and his respect for her had stopped him from...indulging.

This felt right, somehow. Somehow it transcended the usual mores and became something else. Something more...and it all tied into this mysterious lion, and his connection to this bloodline of lions, even now thriving in the form of Simba, and his beautiful, strong daughter.

Simba wanted him.

He couldn't think of words appropriate for the moment...he was not eloquent, unlike Jelani, who could paint pictures with his words and make Simba's blood boil and his cock drip with delight. The very same words made him do what he did now...to give him a long, meaningful look, before he simply turned, exposing the whole of himself in a simple shift of his body. Simba eyed the stars, hoping that his father was up there, watching with approval at this...passing on of the generations, about to take place.

Jelani rumbled roughly, staring at the lion in front of him.

Simba breathed deeply and lifted his tail, letting the tuffed tip curl up near his shoulders, slung low to allow for a more broad posture, for better balance, when he placed his paws, and arched his back...just like Jelani had told him to do.

The wind touched his mane and made him shake, just a little, with the touch of the chill on his bare skin. Simba could no longer see Jelani, standing as he was, but he knew that the older lion saw all that was him, every curve of his body, and the silkiness of his heavy sac hanging between his hind legs...the shape of his rump, too, full and pure muscle, made for running.

"Oh yes...."

Jelani stepped closer, guided by instinct, and memory, perhaps, as he reached a position between the proud male's legs, and tipped his own head down, to seek the place the wanted now.

Simba tried to keep his tail still when he felt the breath, hot and heavy, rolling down his backside. He moaned and purred in unison, trying to savor every single moment of what was taking at this quiet, secret place.

Jelani purred as he enjoyed the deep musk that he found, exploring the scents held at the core of the young lion king's body. He smelled rut and heat and arousal, all potent and obviously burgeoning with the heat of youth, a special fragrance that could not be found elsewhere. He nuzzled the firm halves of Simba's ass and rubbed up and down, finding the warmth of his sac, heavy and full and pleasant, before he moved up the purring lion's taint, seeking more scent and taste, once his tongue slipped out.

The heat that followed made Simba bite his teeth down. Jelani was exploring him in a way Nala would not touch him, because he wouldn't ask her to, but Jelani...he didn't even have to ask, it was simply...natural. The lion king groaned and tried to stay still, not wanting to spook away his new lover with surprise movements, especially while his tongue was touching such tender flesh in proximity to his hard and bobbing prick.

Jelani's tongue swiped and circles his bud of muscle, covering it with saliva and pressing against the firm muscles there. Spit flowed down Simba's taint and felt cool, briefly, whenever Jelani's breaths fell there amidst his loud rumbles. The soft furs on his rump became a wet mess rapidly, with every stroke of that tongue bringing more heat and wetness between Simba's firm, large rump cheeks. His tailstar flexed, resisting the intrusion and the almost alien touch of the slippery tongue and lips on his most private place. Simba was grateful for the attention, however, knowing that the slickness would help with what was coming soon, and he could hardly wait. The lion king recognized his old craving, the one he had kept sated for so long with many sessions of private touching, but nothing could ever compare to the real thing, of a real, big, aroused, lustful male working you over, preparing to roughly take you for pleasure. Jelani was not keeping anything back, either, he attacked Simba's flesh with vigor and passion, and reduced Simba's hind legs into a tremor, while he played with his catch.

It took a moment of the utter teasing before Simba recalled another part of the memory...something else Jelani had shared about his first time with Mufasa...something Simba had not provided yet.

It felt so natural.

"Jelani..." Simba groaned his tormentor's name even while the lion was busy trying to force his tongue into the young golden lion's body, "Jelani, breed me, Jelani...please....ahhh...Jelani...fuck my ass, Jelani..."

A muffled sound escaped from under Simba's obediently lifted tail, and vibrations coursed from his muzzle all over Simba's sensitive flesh. The young lion moaned as well and threw his head back passionately.

"Jelani, please...take me as hard as you want...make me remember it for days..."

Simba couldn't remember whe he had unleashed such a torrent of dirty talk, but it seemed to be doing exactly what it was meant to do, considering that the slippery, hot motions under his tail seemed to reach their peak then, culminating in another hot trail of tongue swipes until the touch disappeared altogether.

Simba knew what was coming, and barely had the time to brace himself before the heavy weight of the lion landed on him. It almost forced the air out of his lungs, Jelani being heavy, big, noble and strong, and he was suddenly all over the young lion, with his paws digging onto his sides, and with their knees touching, all at once. He was warm and he was heavy, and he was embracing Simba with all of his body, with every patch of fur on him, taking the lion into his hold. He growled and pushed his muzzle into Simba's mane, breathing hotly, panting meaningfully, while his hips began to ground themselves onto Simba's wet taint.

Simba's eyes widened when he felt the lion's cock press against his furs, heavy, hot, and firm, and moving from the moment it lodged itself between his rump cheeks. Jelani was seeking entry into him, planning to push himself inside Simba's body and taking him for himself, and that was going to happen right now. Their balls mashed together, too, sending another sensation through Simba's spine. His cock throbbed helplessly, aroused to the point that Simba wondered whether he could last any much longer.

It wasn't for him to decide, though. Jelani was now in charge of their pleasure, and he controlled it via the propelling action of his hips, grinding his hard, pointed tip up and down in his taint. Simba moaned breathlessly and wondered how it would feel, going into him...so heavily...he couldn't help but grunt and whimper.

"Fuck me...Jelani..."

Jelani caught Simba's neck scruff between his teeth and flexed his hips roughly.

The slippery tip of his leaking member found give.

Simba moaned.

"Hhmmmmmr!"

Jelani jammed himself into the thickly muscled hole under Simba's tail with a single rough push that sent all of his inches into the tight, hot confines of the lion king's firm body. A sharp mixture of pain and pleasure filled Simba's backside, and spread to the rest of his body at the moment their hips slammed together and they were fully mated for the very first time.

The quivering grey-streaked hips remained stationary only for a breath's worth, before they were moving again, rocking into a rough rhythm of buggering the king of the Pridelands.

"AaaaaggghhRHRRR!" Simba had to bite back the roar that was threatening to burst out of him, even amidst the burn in his ass and the sheer pleasure clouding his mind.

Jelani tugged on the fur on Simba's neck and drove himself on, putting all of his experienced ease into the motion of his hips, pumping himself through the tightly clenching pink gate into the proud lion's rump. Simba could only try to keep himself steady and push his hips back as much as he could...but for most of the time he simply forgot, being so lost in the lust of the moment.

Their balls smacked together.

Sweat gushed out of their bodies and made them slick, and added to the scents mixing between the two males deep in the rut. A connection was made and their bodies moved to maintain it, to drive up the pleasure to new heights, until they could not take anything more. They snarled and moaned.

Simba's wide open eyes reflected the stars, the same stars that received the deep moan from his throat, when his body clenched down, burned and exploded, allowing his jumping cock to stain the rock and his belly with deep streaks of white, spreading the musk. The lion king's front paws almost left the ground.

Jelani, deep in his oblivion, only knew the increasing heat and tightness, before he too could take nothing more, and buried himself fully inside his young lover, filling him with his seed and his gift, in thick, heavy bursts while the pleasure drove him blind and breathless with lust.

It no longer mattered who he was with.

They were one.

Maybe the stars were smiling.

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