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Oral Traditions

A Lion King Fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Samadhir

Author's Note: All non-original characters are © copyright Disney. The author makes no profit from this story. The events of this short tale take place not long after the first act of “The Search on Safari," but before the closing orgy of that same story.

Folding his arms behind his head, his ruddy mane flowing around his face like a river, Simba watched the little gathering around his bed with a slightly smug expression. After all, as the Lion King, he had a lot about which he deserved to be smug, not least of which the immense erection he was sporting right then. His mother, Sarabi, had many times told Simba that he was the spitting image of his father “down there," and considering how many times she'd taken then both to the roots, Simba believed her.

Seated with their firm, smooth-skinned bottoms on their knees, their eyes drifting between Simba and his mate, Nala, were the human members of Simba's pride: Brianna, Rianna, and David. The blonde twins and the dusky-skinned boy were, of course, completely naked, and Simba could easily smell their arousal. That scent was almost as pungent as the sweet aroma of his head mate's own moist scent. As arousing as the scent, however, was the sight of Brie and Rie, both of them sporting plump, pregnant bellies, bellies that Simba had personally filled only a matter of months before.

Ah, and then there was David.

The human boy was a pleasant change of pace for Simba, speaking from a purely sexual standpoint. As a heavily sexual creature, with an almost insatiable libido, Simba took great delight in exploring the many variations of intercourse, including explorations into the pleasures that were possible from his own sex. Of course, it didn't hurt that the smooth-skinned boy was a true beauty, in a softly masculine sort of way. It hurt even less that he was so very willing and eager to please.

All of which brought the five persons in the cave of Pride Rock to that moment in time: teaching David how to best please his master and king. Brie and Rie weren't bad by any means, for they'd truly earned the honor of bearing their king's babies, but there was always room for improvement, wasn't there?

“No better way to learn than by experience," Nala was saying, her gentle hands caressing the base of Simba's pride (the sort ridden by lionesses, rather than the one populated by them), holding his shaft upright. “Come on, David: why don't you try?"

Gulping with a little nervousness, David crawled forward, treating Simba to the fine sight of the boy's almost effeminate, heart-shaped bottom as it flexed with each movement of his legs. Oh yes, he'd certainly be enjoying that recently-deflowered boyish bum once more, and in the very near future. For now, however, he could wait. After all, a good education was important in the harsh savannah, and knowing how to properly please the Lion King was a vital set of skills.

“The most important part of giving good oral sex is enthusiasm," Nala began as David looked on, wide-eyed, at the fully engorged lioncock standing erect just a short distance from his face. “If you're putting your all into giving pleasure – and you're enjoying yourself while doing it – you can make up for a lot of mistakes."

David crawled closer, and Nala reached out with one hand, giving the boy's bottom an encouraging pat, followed by a gentle squeeze. The sleek-muscled lioness couldn't hold back a smile of her own: David was a very beautiful young man, after all, and, perhaps more importantly, he had a gorgeous butt! David smiled up at Nala at her touch, then wrapped his own hands around the base of Simba's penis, freeing both her hands, letting her lean back and watch.

As for David, he was as turned-on as he was nervous, his uncircumcised, brown-skinned penis throbbing at its full erection between his legs as he slowly handled the full, heavy lioncock in his hands. He'd only just started to really come to terms with his new sexuality – with sexuality at all, actually, as he was a good Catholic boy, and had been raised to regard sex as something obscene and dirty; a necessary sin, and nothing more. The lions of Pride Rock, on the other hand, and in fact all the humanoids of the Pridelands and its surrounding territories, seemed to bask in sexual pleasure, accepting it as a sign of love, of fertility, of health, and happiness.

Stroking one hand up and down Simba's immense shaft, David spent a long moment simply admiring the sizable-yet-beautiful organ. Simba's penis was a soft, fleshy pink color, and it was lined with numerous rubbery barbs. Those barbs flexed beneath David's fingers as he stroked that wonderful manstaff, not at all sharp as he'd heard a four-legged lion's penis was, but firm, with a pleasant amount of yielding. Of course, David knew from firsthand experience just how good those barbs could feel inside his body: after all, it was Simba who'd deflowered him just a few short weeks past.

Many times over the time David had spent at Pride Rock, he'd watched Simba squeeze that perfect penis of his into many females. Of course, he mounted the lionesses regularly – keeping the huntresses satisfied was part of his duty as the Lion King. Brie and Rie similarly received his regular attention, and occasionally the lionesses would bring home a two-legged prisoner from their hunts, a gazelle or a zebra or a gnu, or some other humanoid inhabitant of the Pridelands. Unlike the four-legged animals, which couldn't speak, speaking creatures weren't for eating…or at least not for food. Instead, these captives were in for a very different sort of “eating," one that involved a great deal more squealing and squirming and squirting of copious juices.

In all this carnal fun going on, it was only natural for David to join in. Nala was pregnant, after all, and so were the twins, so there was no danger of him putting his children in them, and perhaps endangering the proper order of ascendancy to the throne. The other lionesses tended to allow David the use of their mouths and tailholes instead, for the same reason. Simba had made some mention of perhaps having David get the human girls pregnant as soon as their children were weaned, in the hopes of producing more beautiful humans for him to enjoy, but for now, David was more than content to enjoy the exquisite carnal delights that came from the gorgeous bodies of the lionesses of Pride Rock.

Now, David was in the cave of Pride Rock, the lion's den as it were, to properly learn how to better serve his new king. Being a good boy, and obedient by nature, he was more than happy to serve however he could, especially considering how kind Simba and all the others had been to him.

“Brie, Rie," Nala murmured from where she had nestled next to Simba's side, one of her hands caressing the lion's broad, muscular chest. “Why don't you show David some of the tricks you've learned about how to take care of our king? Be sure to explain to him what you're doing, and why. After all, this is a lesson for young David, so he can become a better servant to the king."

Servant to the king. Yes, that was about right, David reflected. Mostly he spent his time tending the camp while the lionesses worked, and Simba was out on patrol, keeping the Pridelands safe from the incursions of its numerous enemies. Brie and Rie were his usual companions during these times, and if they sometimes spent a little more time playing with each other than doing their chores, well, who could really blame them?

“Usually, starting with the inner thighs is good," Brie, the older twin, began as she crawled up beside David, her heart-shaped bottom thrust high, her hands reaching out to demonstrate what she meant. Simba's legs tensed, his broad paws curling outward as the human girl's gentle hands teased through his short fur. As soon as her hands withdrew, David's thrust forward into the breach, and before he really knew what he was doing, he was bending his face close to the Lion King's soft fur, his eyes closing as he drew in the powerful, dominant male's spicy scent.

“Don't forget his balls," added Rie, rubbing her smooth body against David's side, as though she were a cat herself, as the boy began kissing and then nibbling his way up one inner thigh then down the other. “When Simba's nice and relaxed like this, they get really sensitive."

David could feel Simba tensing at each of his nibbles, and opened his eyes to see the pleased tension on his king's face. His hands lowered, and soon he found himself cupping a generous double-handful of swollen, heavy lionsac. No wonder Simba could satisfy all the females in his pride: balls like these had to have enough cum in them to rut an army!

Letting his mouth travel downward naturally, David found Simba's musk growing stronger, more heady as he descended. He didn't have to be told to nibble – he'd just tried it on a whimsy, and immediately noticed the positive reaction he got from his lord and master.

“You're a natural at this, David," Nala cooed in praise, reaching down to stroke the boy's smooth back and bottom, as though he were a housecat. “Mmm, looks like you've got Simba hot and bothered already. Keep it up, and you'll have a nice, thick treat very soon."

Encouraged, David began licking his way up and down Simba's heavy testicles, feeling the texture of them beneath his tastebuds. While Simba had a very clear “treasure trail" from his mane, down his chest, and around his groin, it stopped just short of his sheath and scrotum, making it very easy for David to lavish attention on the Lion King, worshiping his male parts as though he were some sort of god.

“Lower, David," coaxed Nala, smoothly arching her back, her bottom hiking along with her tail, before she crawled up next to David and gently rested her head on the back of his head. “There, that's it: put your tongue right there."

She couldn't possibly mean for him to…? Oh, but she did, as Nala demonstrated by leaning forward, her own tongue extending, pressing up and into the cleft of Simba's tailhole. The moment Nala's raspy tongue stroked against his perineum, Simba couldn't hold back a loud moan, the claws of his hands unsheathing, sinking into the soft furs of the bed on which he reclined. Seeing this reaction, David decided he was willing to sacrifice his comfort zone, as long as it meant properly serving his king. As soon as Nala pulled back, David pressed in, and before too long he was nibbling, then sucking on little mouthfuls of delicate perineal flesh. Not long after that, David closed his eyes, and just let his tongue do the work, almost on automatic, exploring the articulation of the Lion King's tensed tailhole.

“Such a good boy," Nala praised him, and Simba seemed to agree, judging from the loud snarls and moans of pleasure he made. “Come on, girls: let's show David what a good boy he is."

Hands were touching David, then. Caressing him. Stroking him. His shaft was encircled by a gentle human hand, while another cupped and handled his sac, much the same way he'd handled Simba's. And then he felt the strong, soft-padded hands of a lioness gripping his bottom, spreading it apart, and had only a moment to register the sensation of steaming breath on his exposed anal sphincter before a rubbery-barbed tongue pressed against his delicate opening, and then carefully teased its way inside.

“Aaaah!" David cried out, the stimulation too much for his inexperienced body, his head snapping up as he began to tense up all over. His youthful muscles were taut now, visibly tensed beneath his smooth brown skin, his long, slender penis copiously dripping precum as he was pleasured to distraction by so much foreplay. “AaaAh! AAAAAMMMPPH!"

Before David's voice could rise to a higher pitch of pleasure, Simba's great paw came down on the back of the boy's dark-haired head, then easily pushed David's mouth down on his mighty penis, effectively plugging the boy's throat. Sighing in pleasure, Simba grinned down at David's wide-eyed expression, the proper look of a supplicant giving obeisance to his god. Those worshipful brown eyes soon fell, however, showing David's complete submission as he allowed Simba to grip his head, guiding him up and down on that magnificent, copiously-leaking lioncock. Not even trying to resist – it never occurred to David to even consider such an act – David did his best to make a tight seal of his mouth around the solid length of male meat inside it. The act was simply instinctual, the best way he could think of to properly feel all of Simba's textured penis, and at the same time perhaps provide all the pleasure he could to the Lion King.

Whatever David was doing, it must have been working, because soon Simba started to lift himself up onto his knees, both his hands going to David's head. Baring his teeth as he snarled in pleasure, Simba started working his hips, pumping his cock in and out of David's mouth at a rapid clip, requiring the boy to work with all his might to keep from gagging on such a prodigious penis every time it tickled the back of his throat. Simba's cock was huge! And oh! but he produced so much precum, David had to keep swallowing just to stop it from dribbling down his chin.

Despite the constant distraction of soft human mouths licking his darker brown nipples, and a rough feline tongue squeezing against his prostate, David devoted all his concentration to bringing his king pleasure. Reaching up, he seized Simba's rock-hard rump in both hands, moaning loudly as he forced himself to thrust his head forward in time with Simba's thrusts, then pull back right up to the plump glans, taking that moment as an opportunity to swallow before thrusting forward once again.

Suddenly surging forward, Simba's head arched back, his muzzle spreading wide, teeth bared as he gave a mighty roar of orgasm! David couldn't resist a short, sharp cry of surprise, a cry that was abruptly cut off as he had to fight desperately for his life, swallowing the flood of thick, potent lioncum that filled his mouth and gushed down his throat almost faster than he could take it all in. Then, as Simba continued to pump his hips, it was too much, and David whimpered pitifully as white cum started to spurt down his chin, onto his smooth chest, despite all his efforts to not waste any of his king's precious semen.

“Mmm," sighed Simba in immense satisfaction as he slowly let David's head slide back, his rigid lioncock popping free of the boy's mouth. “You did good for a beginner. Very good. Wouldn't you agree, Nala?"

“David has a natural talent," Nala agreed with a broad smile as she knelt behind the now-kneeling human boy, who was panting hard to catch his breath, while the lioness kissed the back and sides of his neck, occasionally licking his smooth, sweat-glistening skin with her raspy tongue. “He's the fastest learner of oral technique that I've ever seen."

“I think you deserve a reward, David," Simba said with a grin as he leaned back on the bed, looping his hands behind his head as he got comfortable, to better watch the upcoming show. “Nala, Brie, Rie, why don't you show David just how good a job he did pleasing his king."

“Of course, your majesty," Nala answered with a teasing grin, her hands caressing David's chest as she spoke, and then reaching lower, squeezing his shaft from either side.

The twins were there a moment later, kissing and licking up and down the human boy's penis, their tongues paying special attention to his uncut glans. They even took turns flicking their tonguetips into the pulsing, precum-dripping meatus slit, making David's whole body shudder.

“Just don't wear him out completely," Simba added with a soft chuckle, before licking his chops eagerly, his cock already starting to harden once more at the heady show. “I'll want a taste of fresh human cream myself."

“So greedy," laughed Nala, before bending to kiss David, first on the cheek, and then on the lips. “But I love you anyway, Simba."

I love you all, too, David thought to himself, and even began to mouth. Nala saw the words, as did Simba, and the lions shared a knowing smile, before Nala kissed David again, then leaned him back on the bed.

“Let's see if you can handle all three of us," Nala teased, taking the middle position, while Brie and Rie settled on either side, their bottoms facing toward Simba as they started to put their mouths to work on David's throbbing shaft. “But try not to cum, David – Simba wants his share, after all."

Swallowing nervously as he looked down at those eager faces, David did his best to tense up his tummy, just like he'd been taught by Nala before. With such gorgeous girls servicing him, though, it was going to be a near thing.

'So this is what Paradise feels like,' David mused to himself. Then all thoughts were turned to keeping himself from cumming too soon. This lovemaking session was going to last a long time.