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Simba couldn’t explain why, even to himself. A familiar hissing stirred him away from his very curious dream. He stood up from the tree he was leaning against with Timon & Pumbaa snoring logs in a food coma before him.

The hissing returned in a beckoning way. A very taunting way.

I must be crazy, Simba told himself as he nervously walked towards the danger. Towards the python that had been stalking him. Yet… his cock twitched and stiffened. Just like whenever Nala pinned him.

Simba heard the snake… slithering away when he approached the trees. It wasn’t running away. No. The python could’ve easily swallow him whole in his sleep like it had before.

It wanted him to follow. It was inviting him. And he was accepting. Why?

Simba felt his heart racing faster the more he followed the snake’s path through the dark trees. He felt fear in remembering his multiple close calls yet… also excitement. Not just over adventure but… something else.

It was this mixed up feeling that allowed Joka to drop his coils upon Simba from the branch above. The lion boy would’ve screamed if…

“Urk!“

A thick coil gripped his throat tight to cut off his cries but the rest of the coils were more merciful in their grip. Simba struggled on reflex but found himself falling backwards from the weight. However, he felt the coils keep him from crashing and holding him bent backwards.

“Curiossssity killed the cat, huh?”

Simba’s spine shivered from hearing Joka’s familiar hushed hissing while his heart pounded at the sight of his sadistic sneer looking right into his eyes. He struggled once more out of instinctive fear but felt a sort of excitement.

“You could’ve kept your dissstanccce yet came even with our passssst encountersssss in mind,” Joka hissed mirthfully, clearly knowing the answer. “Now why would that be?”

Simba grunted when the coils gripped him and began to bend his body back further. But by bit, he felt the strain on his back grown along with the scales grinding against him all over. Was Joka trying to snap his spine?

No. This wasn’t how snakes constricted their prey.

“Yessss, you wanted thissss,” Joka sniggered sinisterly into Simba’s ear. “You wanted to feel my coilsssss hold you oh ssssso tightly, to feel my grip bend and twisssst you around.”

On that note, Simba felt the coils bend his body to stretch it out and pull at him from each end. "N-no..." he managed to get out. "I... I don't... I'm not..."

"Sssssuch flagrant liesss and to your own heart asssss well," Joka hissed, twisting his furry toy's body just to hear him groan and moan. "And yet..."

Simba's eyes shot wide open in shock when he felt a scaly tail slither around his erection's stiff shaft and how the grinding scales made his cock twitch. It was a gentle carrassing but the stroking made the ex-prince bite his lip out of how... good it was feeling despite the humiliating shame in his heart. Simba struggled in the coils but it only made the urge to cum worse.

"Or perhaps..." Joka sneered at Simba's expense, "you fantasize sssssliding down my tight throat, entombed in my burning ssssstomach, sssssealed within my flesssh."

The way he phrased it invoked the memories in Simba, of being swallowed alive by Joka. Memories that would plague his dream and make him wake up with hard-ons he nearly was exposed on. He bit his lip in trying to resist the stroking coils around his boner. No. No. A prince could never... He wouldn't...

Would he?

"Let'ssss play a game to sssssee how long you can lassssst," Joka proposed to a blushing Simba. "If you don't cum by the count of thirty, I won't swallow you alive... and keep you there this time."

Simba felt himself becoming more horny with Joka's little counterdown to consumption. Not helped that he knew that the python had seemed to be letting him go after swallowing him on purpose.

Being Joka's plaything only got the lion boy lasting not even to ten. However, Simba felt a lot better after the cum spurted all over the coils. As if it was his confession without words. In fact, when he saw Joka's maw widening and the long gullet that awaited him, Simba could only make a faint smile.