The dark sky of night slowly died as it was burned away by the sun as it carved its way across the new sky. Red, orange, and gold painted the sky as the light seemed to wake the planet underneath it. Many different and varied creatures shook sleep away and ventured outside to see the majestic sunrise...only one of the natural beauties they see everyday. The crown in the center of these lands; from the sweeping hills to the bogs, from the sparkling lakes to the craggy mountains; is a large rocky outcropping pointing up towards the very heavens. And from the heavens was born a benevolent leader that helped to create a balance between creatures. He strove to connect the lands with raucous sex instead of dividing it with superficial and needless wars.
"Mufasa?! Are you there?" The king had recently been making a nasty habit of making him do the most humiliating things. Even as the words left his bill he found himself wondering if this was one of those times. Zazu heard the agitation and hidden worries in his voice, silently wondering if becoming the king's majordomo is really worth all of this stress. The hornbill lightly brushed his feathers down making sure to look his best before the king sets his eyes on him. His soft blue feathers seemed to shimmer in the glowing sunlight as the golden light entered Pride Rock...the lion's alarm clock. "Sire? I have news..."
"Ugh! Come in Zazu...we could use your beak in here." The voice, strong and forceful without sounding overly commanding, belonged to Mufasa, king of the lions and of the Pride Lands.
Zazu rounded the corner of the rock wall and blushed furiously at the sight of his king roughly pounding his husband's ass. The sound of their grunts & moans filling the chamber they used as their private quarters. Their scents slithered into the bird's nostrils and he feels a lustful buzz start to build in his trim body. "Uhh...sire. I wish to speak with you about the ceremony."
To Mufasa nudity and even having sex in full view of others is nothing to be ashamed of, so he vigorously continued, "Well...what is it?" Sarab lovingly ground his hips back into his lover wanting the thick cock to explore deeper inside of him. The movements also made it hard for Mufasa to listen carefully to what Zazu is telling him.
"Everything is set for Simba's dedication ceremony." Mufasa grunted loudly as Sarab flexed his walls around his thick lion cock. The pressure felt great, like sticking his dick in a vice grip. The heat of Sarab's body rose into him, which made him suddenly remember that Zazu is standing in the room...watching them. The large lion leaned up, and just to drive Sarab crazy ran a free hand over his flexing back muscles. He motions for Zazu to come over.
"Wha...sire I shouldn't." But the hornbill's body screamed for it, begged him to give it permission to move forward. Zazu suddenly became aware of his own lusts rising like flames from his loins. It had been so long since he had last had sex and he was definitely feeling the need...NO! He has a job to do and he was going to do it.
Mufasa sensed the hornbill's trepidation and quickly grabbed one of his feathered hands and guided it quickly to his husband's warm rump...that his hard cock was still pumping in and out of. All the thoughts buzzing around the bird's brain disappeared entirely...all but one. And with that thought guiding his body, Zazu found himself kneeling in front of Sarab with the skilled lion's mouth wrapped firmly around his malehood. The odd sensation of the smooth mouth and rough tongue rolling over his sensitive flesh made his bones feel weak.
"He's got quite a mouth doesn't he?"
No longer feeling the need to suppress himself around his superiors, Zazu enthusiastically replied, "He does indeed, sire." Being consumed by the pleasures of the leonine mouth made it hard for Zazu to catch and filter all the thoughts and words floating through his head. "You like sucking my cock, don't you?" He said to Sarab, the words seemed more like an actual question than dirty talk.
