Vitani lay at the edge of the Pridelands overlooking the Outlands with reflective concern. It had only been a week since the Outsiders had re-joined the Pridelands. Many of the lionesses she called sisters had settled in, bonding with the lionesses of the Pridelands with the affection they once only shared with each other.
For Vitani, such affection had come from a surprising place.
King Simba, her once greatest enemy, had become so much more. It had started out innocently enough, a few sparring sessions, mixed with counseling her scarred mind. For some strange reason, he just… understood. He had lost his father in a gruesome way, just like she had her mother and brother. He sensed her pain, comforted her and so the sapling of affection grew.
As she lay there, a series of heavy, muffled footsteps intensified. Turning her head gently, the young lioness noticed the signature form of her new love, slowly approaching from the east. A teasing smirk adorned his muzzle, only broken as his eyes began to admire her laid-out body. Vitani noticed his sudden interest in her, causing a smirk to spread across her muzzle.
“Like what you see, your majesty?” Simba immediately tensed, raising his head to a respectful stance. His mane puffed out, causing the lioness to giggle quietly to herself.  The Pridelands king reacted with a caring smile as the ex-outlander arose, gently trotting to him.
“Maybe… Maybe not…” He teased, his heart raced as Vitani approached, lifting her head into his thick, scent filled mane. He felt her breath against his fur, her body gently rubbing against his, moving ever further down his body. He barely noticed the slight chill on his genitals as his pride revealed itself.
“Heh, certainly seems like it.” Vitani rested her head against his back leg, admiring the sight of his impressive girth. Simba held his breath, frantically raising his eye to the horizon. If Nala were to find them here, like this… “Oh don’t worry, your majesty…” Vitani turned away, nuzzling her body back up to Simba’s mane. “I spoke to Nala…”
“You… spoke to Nala?” The king froze, his iris’ dilating as Vitani’s calm blue eyes came into his vision once more. An all too familiar, fiery scent practically radiated from her as she raised her tail, rubbing herself gently against his firm, strong body. “A…about what?”
“Heh, not much.” The young lioness grinned, her tuft flicking out of Simba’s mane. She so enjoyed teasing him, especially when it came to Nala. “Just about us, how you helped me and all…” Simba remained patient, listening to his young love’s story with concerned intrigue. Did she and Nala really-… “And she agreed that maybe… it was time…”
“Time?” The Prideland’s king shuddered, a bolt of nerves flooded his chest, rapidly beating his ribcage hard. His eyes met hers, trying desperately to take her attention away from his erect girth. “Time for what?” Vitani simply smirked, nuzzling once more against his body before flopping down on the ground, legs raised to the sky.
“Hehe, Time for you to take me as your own, my king…” Vitani rested her head back, letting her enticing scent tempt her older lover in. Simba gasped in amazement, nearly drooling as her strong, scruffy body rested before him, spread out for all his body to savour. His mind flashed back to his time in the jungle, to when he finally reunited with Nala once more. She lay before him in just the same pose, her sweet blue eyes staring up at him lustfully. Vitani certainly had taken some cues from her.
With a relaxed, affectionate grin, Simba lowered his muzzle. “Very well, my love.” The king let his muzzle droop to Vitani’s exposed slit, his tongue slipped from its furry enclosure, carefully and sensually caressing the lioness’ heat-stricken mound.  The huntress hummed, resting her head on the fertile Prideland’s soil, claws unsheathed in a fit of erotic desperation. Simba continued to lap at her, occasionally stroking her slit with his nose, inhaling her desperate heat.
“Ohhh, Simba!” Was all the lioness could moan, curling her paws inward to her nipples as her king slathered her nether regions. She kicked her legs into the air, loving the rough, salivating presence of his tongue there. She panted deeply, staring between her legs to where he stood. His pride, fully unsheathed and ready for action, forced her body to tighten. The sheer excitement of finally having him deep in her, to claim him as her, as he would her. This was the feeling Nala had described to her. “Take me, my king! Let me feel your love!”
Her desperate tones caused Simba to raise his muzzle. He never thought she’d say such a thing. It was as if Nala herself was standing before him, begging him to breed her. But the look in Vitani’s eyes, the fire… The need… How could he refuse such a beautiful, fierce lioness? With a nudge of his nose, he moved her over onto her side, flopping down beside his soon-to-be claimed mate.  Their bodies rested together, basked in the golden hue of the savannah sunset blooming across the horizon. He lifted his rear leg up, letting his pride sit directly below her prepared, dripping slit, desperately waiting for the right moment to consecrate their bond.
Vitani, feeling Simba’s pride tickle her private’s, rested her leg forward, as if scratching an itch on her side. Luckily her king would soon be scratching the most irritating itch she had. She smelt his breath blast against her head, closely followed by his rough, wet tongue.
“Can you feel the love tonight…” He whispered, wiggling his hips forward. Vitani hummed, finally feeling his magnificent girth slide deep into her. The sensation of his pride stretching her tight, virgin walls brought a sense of belonging, if a tad painful at first. An emptiness she had felt most of her life had been filled.
She was loved.
“Oh yes, Simba!” The lioness groaned, her mind encapsulated by her king’s sensual, gentle licks and thrusts. Their hearts beat in twine, pulsing their love across the savannah as they huddled, enjoying the comfort of each other's fur. Before long, Simba’s licks turned to grunts. His balls began to pulsate sporadically, building up to an almighty orgasm. He shoved his groin forward, as deep as he could into his new younger love as she too roared, spraying her heat-stricken ooze all over his pride and balls.  The Pride land’s king held on tight, desperate to fill every inch of the young huntress’ womb with his seed.
Moments passed before they calmed. The sun touched the horizon as Simba gave Vitani one last flurry of licks, panting heavily as his pride rested in her, scraping her walls with his barbs. “Heh, not bad sweetie.” He blinked down at her sweet blue eyes, watching her pant just as strongly.
“Mmmm, thank you, my king.” She raised her head up to his, giving him a faint nuzzle before licking his cheek. The golden hue of sunlight rested at their rears, illuminating the sticky mess between their groins. Vitani chuckled, inhaling Simba’s thick, scent-filled mane. “I so want to pin you when I catch my breath.”
Simba chuckled back, resting his paw against her head as he pulled out, soundtracked with a sticky squish of love juice pouring from Vitani’s slit, pooling beneath her tail. The two would rest until the sun gave way to night. In just a few months, they had grown closer than they ever thought. Their similar experiences of loss and regret fuelled their passion and appreciation for each other Even now, as they lay in the Prideland’s chilled nocturnal, their love kept them warm.
For once in her life, Vitani had found someone who truly cared for her, loved her.
They were one…