Queen's Dissatisfaction
A vignette
She lies beside her lover on the limestone floor of the royal cave. She watches his sleeping figure rise and fall with each breath, unconsciously trying to match him with her own breathing. Perhaps, for this brief moment, they can be in sync. Her cream-colored paws gently stroke his mane, wanting to feel so much more of him. An exhale morphs into a deep sigh as Nala realizes this will be yet another sleepless night. She stretches and rolls away from her king, quietly getting to her feet. The cool night breeze ruffles her fur as she steps out onto Pride Rock. As she overlooks the kingdom, she can't help but feel a certain sense of disinterest. She knows that, in a few short hours, the sun will rise over the vast savannah. The gazelles will aimlessly graze in the fields all day. The zebras will panic and run at the smallest sign of non-existent danger, and the hippos will keep cool in the watering hole, cautiously sharing the space with Makuu's float of crocodiles. None of this is to say the kingdom isn't wonderful, just that it is, in a way, predictable. This is partially why the queen has become such a fan of night walks. In her mind, the Pridelands are at least marginally more interesting at night. She is so tired of watching the same, mundane experiences unfold every day. She craves just a touch of excitement, and it's been far too long since Simba has provided any sense of this in the bedroom.
Her soft paws make almost no noise as she pads through the fields of grass. The only part of her visible above the tall blades is her elegant, swishing tail. She doesn't necessarily blame Simba for their uninteresting sex life. It is not lost on her that being king takes its toll, and that at the end of each day, her husband just needs to rest. Still, she often feels as though she is the last priority – the last duty he remembers to fulfill. She continues on her silent walk. She thinks she hears the echo of hushed voices in the distance. Ever so slowly, she moves in this direction. The voices grow louder as she approaches; a giggle, a soft moan. She crouches low to the ground, poking her head through the thick grass into a small clearing. Her gaze falls upon Tiifu, a peppy young lioness with darling amber eyes. Tiifu's paws are wrapped around the strong frame of a young male who Nala quickly realizes is her son, Kion. The pair are locked in a passionate kiss, pawing at each other in an effort to close any distance between them. Nala's jaw drops, and she withdraws her head slightly into the tall grass, fearing she might be seen. Kion drags his powerful claws through Tiifu's velvety fur, earning a quiet moan from the lioness. In turn, she moves her paws down the lion's muscular body, eventually arriving at his nether regions. Kion groans with pleasure as Tiifu begins to gently tease the area.
Nala feels a jolt of shock and maternal instinct pulse through her body. She is nearly ready to spring from her hiding place and break up this salacious display. In the instant before she could react, memories of her own youth came rushing back to her. She closes her eyes, remembering her earliest encounters with Simba, when lust bloomed every night like a perennial flower. What wouldn't she give to have that again, even if only for a fleeting moment? Delicately, undetectably, she peers back into the clearing. Tiifu is spread out on her back now, eyes shut and mouth hanging open. Kion stands over her, using his rough tongue to greedily lap at her dripping slit. Nala licks her lips, shuddering a bit . It had been ages since someone had provided her with such sacred treatment, and she couldn't help but wish she was in Tiifu's position. Part of her feels guilty for even entertaining these indecorous thoughts, but her lust won out in the end. She inches a bit further into the clearing to get a better view, quite confident that Kion and Tiifu are much too distracted to notice her.
The sweet smell of passion hits Nala's nose. She breathes in deeply, almost as if to embrace the sinful nature of this whole ordeal. Her eyes danced across Kion's dominant figure, eventually settling between his legs. He's rock hard, and a translucent bead of pre leaks from his tip. She cannot seem to avert her gaze, continuing to watch in awe as Tiifu's curious tail wraps around Kion's shaft and pumps it slowly. Nala's own tail twitches a bit, and she finds herself grinding softly against the ground in an attempt to alleviate her own desire. Kion finally lifts his head, mouth damp with Tiifu's juices. He gently lies on top of her trembling frame and once again begins to kiss her. They moan and share the taste of her sweet flower. Nala's dirtiest thoughts push their way to the surface. Kion's cock is only inches from Tiifu's glistening entrance. She wishes her son would hurry up and mate with the stunning lioness beneath him. She aches to watch the two of them roll and grunt as they shamelessly breed each other, clouded by insatiable lust. Secretly, all the while, in the back of her mind, she'll picture it's her own needy pussy getting filled with Kion's mighty cock. The young lions continue to make out, savoring each other's taste and the warmth of their bodies against one another. Tiifu's tail has yet to cease its gentle stroking of Kion's shaft, which has begun to twitch needily from her handling. Everything about the scene feels set perfectly, right down to the moonlight that dimly illuminates the clearing. The young lioness gazes into Kion's eyes with a seductive look that Nala recognizes all too well. It is the same look she had given Simba many times as the precursor to a wild night. It is the look that screams, "claim me."
Kion seems to get the message, and he slowly positions himself above her exposed entrance, ready and eager to push in at a moment's notice. Always the caring one, he looks at his lover, waiting for her to give him the green light. Tiifu gives a small nod. In an instant, Kion's hardened length parts her lips, and he begins to move deep within her. The rhythm is slow, steady, and intentional. Each thrust is like a wave crashing against the shore and washing over everything. To Nala, it feels as though she is watching a primal dance, an arrangement that grows more dynamic with every movement. It is exactly the excitement she's been so desperately seeking. Tiifu arches her back and pushes her hips forward, trying to take in Kion's length as deeply as possible. From her hiding place, Nala quietly mimics the younger lionesses' motions. She can almost feel Tiifu's pleasure radiating into her own body. Kion's thrusts begin to quicken, a clear sign that his instinct is taking over. The impending reality that her son is about to fill a young beautiful lioness with his seed is enough to make Nala lose all self control. Before she can stop herself, she moans Kion's name in desperation. It is hardly more than a whisper, but it is enough. Kion's ears perk up, and he stares directly at Nala. Their eyes lock, and he stops thrusting. Tiifu whines for a moment, but then quickly notices what is going on. She squeals and pulls away from Kion with incredible speed. She blushes a deep shade of red and takes off out of the clearing, leaving the queen alone with her son.
Kion is still frozen, understandably shocked. Nala gives him a quick look up and down. His cock is still hard and dripping with Tiifu's juices. His balls look swollen and full. The poor thing must have been just about to cum. She approaches him slowly and offers a quick, affectionate nuzzle under his chin. This seems to snap him out of his dazed state, and he blinks rapidly, stammering to find words. Before he can utter a single phrase, Nala leans in and gives him a long, seductive lick on the cheek. She nibbles on his ear a bit and giggles. Kion looks at her and tilts his head slightly, appearing even more confused. Making a snap decision, Nala wraps her paw around her son's cock and begins to pump it rapidly. He gasps and looks as though he's trying to process everything that's happening as quickly as possible, but it's just too much. His mouth opens into a loud moan as he cums into her paw, spraying all over his toned torso. He shakes for a minute as his orgasm dies down before relaxing. Nala gingerly removes her cum covered paw from his cock and delicately wipes it in the grass. In a way, she feels young again, and maybe that's just what she needs. She glances back at her son, who is now laying back on the ground, panting heavily. Content with herself, she slips away from the clearing, leaving Kion confused and with a mess to clean up. Tonight, Queen Nala will return to her cave uniquely satisfied because, finally, she did something unpredictable.