Vitani’s Guard – Bonding of the Guard
 
She entered the secluded lair, her fur chilled and yet… deep inside a fire raged, unforgiving, all-consuming.
It seemed like she wasn’t the only one. The air hung with desperate hums and groans, washing away from a pile of lionesses, rolling and wiggling around in the centre of the ancient cave.
“Oh, Vitani!” One of the lionesses raised her head, her tongue flopped to the side of her gorgeous muzzle. Vitani’s pelvic muscles tensed. To see her fellow guard members sprawled out, panting faintly as their combined aroma perfumed their lair. She admired their spread-out bodies, reliving the many fantasies she had dreamt of, longed for…
“Is everything ok Vitani?” Imara’s eye flickered up, glancing longingly for a split second into Vitani’s before condensing with concern. The fierce leader quivered, taken back by her friend’s stunning beauty. Many of the other members of the guard arose, flapping their tails aside to reveal their redden, swollen lips.
She smirked.
“You lot too huh?” A sweet, almost purring tone seeped from her muzzle, whistling through the cave, catching every lioness’ attention. Vitani stepped forward, her tail swaying high in the air as her confidence grew.
“Yeah… Kasi rolled over. The fastest lioness stitched out, a glint in her pelvis catching Vitani’s eye as she passed. The relaxed lioness hummed. “Shame there’s no worthy males around.” Vitani snickered, keeping her tail arisen as she stared back at her guard. All their pussies lay bare before her, blossoming with a lustful need. Kasi was right, Only Simba and Kovu remained as males of the pride, and both were knackered from breeding the many females now under their reign. The guard, despite its importance, had been left out of such festivities.
“Well…” The fiercest’s head flicked sideways, her body slowly following. “Who needs males… When you’ve got a tongue.” She flopped onto her back, stretching her legs out into a provocative pose. A wash of surprised groans harmonised across the room, every pair of eyes admiring her fierce form.
Vitani loved it!
Imara quickly mounted Vitani’s muzzle, letting her fearless leader lap away at her delicate, needy folds. Not far behind, Tazama flopped beside her friend, her paw expertly caressing Vitani’s slit. She knew every little nook and cranny of that glorious wet pussy, pleasuring her friend with deep, gentle rubs. Vitani moaned into Imara’s snatch, suckling deeper, inhaling her thick heated scent and juices.
Shabaha proudly lapped at Tazama’s slit, watching as her sister in pride pleasured their leader. She longed to do the same not long after, to mount Vitani and prove how brave she could truly be. But Kasi had other ideas. She began to slather Shabaha’s privates, quickly bringing the unprepared, desperate lioness to dribble with horny desire. Only Kasi remained unpleasured, but that would soon change. Each of the lionesses were so desperate for affection, so needy for a good breeding or licking that they came quickly. Their bodies shuddered, forcing a muffled roar through their muzzles as their orgasms hit. Not that it stopped them. They continued to lap and rub each other, desperate to relieve themselves of their seemingly endless heat.
Unbeknownst to the horny guard, a certain lion king slowly strolled into the lair’s entrance. His auburn eyes widened at the lioness lickings playing out before him. His pride slowly began to poke out its sheath, his nostrils dancing as their dominative musk clouded his nostrils.
He had travelled far, but perhaps the visit to his old lair might have been worth it after all…