Gentle

“Oh, god! It’s too big! I can’t do this! My jaw is going to break!” Neal wailed in her mind as her lion’s cock moved back and forth inside her mouth, flooding her taste buds with the taste of his pre-cum and cock. She struggled to deal with the massive object while bemoaning how ill prepared she was.

He’s going to think I’m worthless. Can’t even suck his cock properly. Oh, why didn’t I practice. There were all those gay guys in the theater who’d have been more than willing to let her blow them when she’d been a boy. If she had taken them up on their invitations she would not be so woefully incompetent now. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she made involuntary “Guk, guk, guk,” sounds as she gagged and sputtered, spit flowing out of her mouth and drooling off her chin.

Oh, god, I’m getting spit and spunk all over his pants! Neal was ready to weep in frustration. She **** her head forward only to let out a gross “Hurkk!” sound as her throat refused to accommodate the massive girth of the lion’s dickhead.

“Shhhh, shhh, easy, easy,” her lion said in a surprisingly gentle tone. The painful grip on her head was gone and instead he merely rested his broad hand on her head, gently stroking her hair as she did her best to give him a blow-job good enough to make him consider adding her to his harem.

Neal was so ashamed of her previous attitude toward her lion. She’d dismissed him as nothing more than a walking steroid advertisement. All brawn and no brain. Not even Sam and Betty speaking up for him in the past had made a dent in her arrogance. Now she knew the truth. She’d been so wrong. He was noble. Chivalrous even. He had stepped in to stop Dickwad from **** her. And even when it was obvious she’d be totally incompetent he was willing to let her suck his dick and maybe, if she did a good enough job he would claim her as one of his women.

Only, she wasn’t worthy of sharing his life. What use would he have for a girl who couldn’t even swallow more than two inches of his dick without gagging? A girl who wasn't even real? A girl who a few hours ago had been a boy? The answer was obvious, none!

NO! Neal would not accept that. She reached around her lion, intending to put her hands on his ass so she could drag herself forward onto his cock, only her short arms couldn’t come close to reaching around his bulk. The best she could manage was to reach catch hold of his belt. It would have to do. Neal flexed her arm, regretting how she'd skimped on her physical training despite Sam's constant invitations to join him at the gym. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and fighting against her body’s instincts she **** herself to swallow when her Lion’s dick pushed against the top of her throat.

“Hurk, huk, uck, uck,” Neal gagged and choked, but she refused to surrender. She backed off and caught her breath.

Neal was getting ready for another attempt at sword swallowing, when she felt her lion’s manhood swell in her mouth. The next instant a flood of his seed shot out of the end of his cock and filled her mouth with his taste, overwhelming Neal’s ability to cope. She tried to swallow, but the next shot went straight down her throat and caused her to gag violently as it went down the wrong tube. To her shame she sneezed violently as the wave of sperm flooded into her sinuses. Twin jets of spunk shot out of her nose, even as more bubbled out around her lion’s thick shaft despite the tight seal of her lips. Her violent reaction caused her to lurch back, causing the dick she was trying to suck to pop free. Another half-dozen jets of spunk, each one as large as the one that had flooded her mouth shot straight into her face, coating her from her hairline to her chin. Her eyes were plastered shut, but she didn’t need them to tell that thick gobbets of her lion’s seed were being wasted as they dripped off her face and onto her heaving breasts.

“Now that’s a good look on you, Cocktease,” Sgt. Dickwad chortled. “Just let me get a shot of this.”

Neal heard a shutter snap, a recent popular app for smartphones, and knew that the Dickhead had captured her shame for posterity. Now the whole school would know she was incapable of handling the lion’s cock.

“Send me a copy," her lion requested, both embarrassing Neal, and filling her with joy that he wanted something to remember their first time.

"I know you'd never dream of sharing it with anyone else." Neal felt a shiver of fear at the tone in her lion's voice, and arousal. He was so manly and dominant.

"We’ll make sure she gets home. You don’t have to stick around,” Neal’s lion finished in his incredibly sexy bass.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks for the show, Monster. Did my heart good to see the little cocktease being made to come across. I'm going to be remembering how well you painted her face for a long time." There was the sounds of footsteps retreating indicating that the cowardly bully was retreating.

Neal’s heart sank. While she was delighted to hear Dickwad being dismissed by a much superior male—her male—she was not happy to hear the part about taking her home. She didn’t want to go home. She wanted to stay with her lion.

There was a rustle of cloth and then Neal felt someone, likely Betty from the size of the hands, cleaning her face with some nylon fabric—The remains of her costume?— that did not do a good job of soaking up the mess. Pitching her voice so hopefully Betty would be the only one to hear her Neal pleaded. “Please, Betty. I want to stay with my lion. He listens to you. Ask him to let me stay. I’ll get better at sucking his dick I promise.”

“Damn, it hit you hard, girl,” Betty whispered back as she did her best to clean off Neal’s face. “Guess this is what happens when John screws someone who’s not already head over heels with him. I know you likely don’t want to hear this right now,Neal, but it will moderate in time. You’re always going to love him, but at least you’ll regain some semblance of a personality in a day or so. Good thing too. John is not a fan of mindless bimbos.”

Neal pretty much ignored everything except the part about, ‘in time. She grasped onto that like a drowning woman grabbing a lifering. “Does that mean he’ll give me another chance to show I can be better,” Neal begged.

“Now you listen to me, Neal. Our lion, as you call him, might be a bit slow about some things, but he would never dream about throwing a prime piece of pussy like you in the dumpster. All the more so when you regain some sense and can start playing him like a fiddle. Once you’re aware enough to listen to some advice from someone who knows how to push his buttons I think I can assure you that all three of your holes will get frequent use.”

“Thank you, thank you, Betty. I always liked you. Off all of Sam’s roommates you were always my favorite. If you can help me make my lion happy with me I’ll do anything you want.”

“Ooooh, anything? I’ll be taking you up on that,” Betty said in amusement.

Neal felt the other girl’s mouth against hers. Neal had not been gay, but she’d also never kissed a girl before. Not even on stage. She had not been leading man material even when she’d still been a man. Betty pulled her mouth away and began to lick Neal’s face. The redhead was confused by this action, until Betty’s mouth returned to hers and the blonde fed her a load of their lion’s sperm mouth to mouth. That solved the puzzle, and Neal happily tongue wrestled with the other girl as she sought to recover more of her lion’s seed.

“Not that I don't enjoy the show, but is she alright?” Neal’s lion asked in a voice laced with concern.

He felt concern for her! Oh, god, he cared what happened to her! Neal pushed away from Betty and turned her face toward the voice of her lion while she blinked her eyes to try and clear off the remaining residue plastering her eyelids shut. Her efforts were rewarded by getting some of the spillover from her lion’s orgasm in her eyes. She blinked rapidly as tears flooded from both her eyes and blurred everything in front of her. But she didn’t have to see clearly to make out the bulk of her lion standing in front of her. “Thank you, thank you. Dickhead would have **** me for sure if you hadn’t saved me. Please, give me a chance. I know I failed to pleasure you properly just now but I promise if you let me, I’ll work hard until I can service you as a man of your quality deserves.

“Uhm. Okay?” Neal’s lion said, filling Neal's heart with joy. She willfully ignored the uncertainty in his voice.

“No need to freak, John. She’s riding a high right now. She’ll come down after a bit and her body will adjust to the effect your sperm has on her. She's not going to get this loopy everytime you make her swallow a load. I promise you.”

“You didn’t act like this the first time.”

Betty let out a low laugh. “I was already head-over-heels for you, you goof. I got a good buzz, but I retained my personality. I guess true love gave me partial immunity. You’ll need to remember the effect you have on poor innocent virgins in the future. You might think about getting to know them a bit, let them learn to like you, before you go and stick that monster between your legs into them and mind-fuck them.”

“I didn’t mind! I’m glad he did!” Neal interjected. “I would never have realized how wonderful he was if he hadn’t been so dominant.”

“You’re sure she’ll get better?” Neal’s lion asked. The concern in his voice for her made Neal love him all the more.

“Count on it. She might even try and stick a knife in you down the road. Just to prove a point. She’ll still be in love with you, but a girl has her pride.” Neal was horrified at Betty’s accusation, but the rumbling laugh from her lion showed that it had just been a joke, and it had amused him.

After a few chuckles her lion said, “Oh. Well, that’s good. Let’s get going.”

The next thing Neal knew she was being swept up in the incredibly muscular and manly arms of her lion and held tightly against his chest in a bridal carry. She leaned her head against him and thrilled at the sound of his heart beating only inches away.

“Hummph, me you tossed me over your shoulder and finger fucked my ass,” Betty complained.

“You were sane, sort of,” was the laughing rejoinder. Neal barely listened to the byplay between the two as they walked to wherever they were going. She was in the arms of her lion so by definition all was right with the world.”