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Simba hummed to himself while strolling through the savanna. His daily duties were all wrapped up, leaving him with the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted. Strangely, all Simba thought about before was finally finishing up all of his work. But when the time came, the golden lion had no idea how to pass the time. Everyone else was still busy, leaving him alone to continue strolling along the territory.

At the very least, he could enjoy how nice the day was. The sun was high but a gentle breeze balanced out the temperature, leaving him comfortable. Soft grass under his paws and the distant chirps of birds. Even if there was nothing to do, some enjoyment was still had.

His mind had wandered and once he realized just how far he had come, Simba realized that he was on the very edge of the joint kingdom's territory. Very rarely did he come out this far, there was no particular reason for him to venture out. Even now, nothing awaited the royal lion.

At least that's what he thought. But while his back was turned, there was a snap and rustle. Simba was quick to turn around. And when he did, there was another lion meeting his gaze. This lion's fur was a sandy yellow and his mane was short with brown streaks. Sharing a similar body type, they stood at the same height.

"W-who are you?" Simba asked, looking the other lion up and down.

"I could ask the same of you." There was amusement in the foreign lion's tone. He titled his head, clearly observing Simba as well. "But I suppose that would be rude of me. I take it you're royalty, huh?"

Nodding, Simba watched as the lion smiled and nodded. "I thought so. There's many stories about the joined kingdoms. But I never thought I'd actually get to see one of you up close."

As far as he could tell, this lion was rather friendly. But, Simba knew better than to just approach a rogue. "It's nice to meet you too... Um..."

"Seph. At your service," the lion furred lion bowed.

"You provide services? What kind?"

"Many. For the right price, I can bring food, information... But I also provide pleasures as well," Seph's tone suddenly shifted and so did his gaze. The light furred feline dared to step over the border line. Usually, rogues would have been chased off. But Simba was curious and put some faith into Seph to behave himself.

"Pleasures. There's plenty of that in our lands," Simba said back, changing the tone of his own voice. Stepping closer, his body pressed against Seph's flank. A scent wafted into his nose, light but inviting. Ears twitching, the royal lion heard the purrs as their bodies rubbed against each other. "But maybe the touch of someone on the outside is what I need."

"If that is what you desire," Seph said quietly.

"What would I have to do?"

"For you, your highness. This session is free of charge. You would be doing me a service as well."

"Well, then. Where should we do this?" Simba asked, nuzzling the rough fur of Seph's mane.

"Right here. Right now."

"That sounds good to me."

Seph broke away from the embrace by stepping back. Winking to the royal, the light brown furred lion trod a small circle before he presented his hindquarters, lifting his tail and showing off what was underneath.

Slowly Simba approached. His mouth was already watering from the sight before him and as he drew closer the smell of the foreign lion was all too tempting. Once close enough, he pressed his nose to the furry sack under the lifted tail. A pleasing scent wafted from them. Wanting to get more of it, Simba slowly grazed his muzzle along the sack, rubbing his soft fur to the slightly different texture.

Seph took a heavy breath as pressure was put on his balls. A soft touch and rubbing sent waves through his body. He needed them more than he realized. His legs were already threatening to give out from the pleasing touches. The royal lion's soft muzzle fur, it brushed back and forth as he explored the other feline's body.

Getting his fill with the rogue's scent, Simba brushed his lips over the pouch. First, a gentle kiss was laid on the warm surface. Following suit was the touch of his tongue. The flat, rough surface tugged along the contours, taking in the subtle flavors. A slow lick reached from the bottom, up all the way up to the top. That motion was repeated in reverse, lapping from the top and back to the bottom again.

The licks continued, bringing sensations that coaxed breathy moans from Seph. The rough texture of Simba's tongue combed through the coat of fur covering it. It curled and dragged along the surface, touching every little bit he could. Saliva left the sack wet and made the fur stick up. Sighing to himself, Seph shivered as another lick was higher than the rest, touching his rim.

For a moment, he was sure that it was a mistake. But another touch under his tail could be felt and Seph began to realize what was coming next.

Simba moved higher, keeping his tongue drifting along the other lion's backside. The soft, pinkness was touched again. He kept his muzzle there, giving the surface a small kiss. He could hear Seph's sudden moan. His tail flicked above the royal lion's head, making him smile. Another soft kiss was slowly made and Simba kept his lips there.

Slowly, his rough tongue pressed to the hole, swiping along the surface. The flesh was smooth and softly clenched from his touch. As this went on, Simba could feel his mouth watering even more.

"You are v-very talented indeed. I assume you are very experienced," Seph commented.

Simba pulled himself back and swiped his tongue along his muzzle. "Well, actually I'm going through an 'awakening.' You are actually the third lion and male that I've been with. I-I'm glad that you like it so far..."

"By all means, please keep doing as you were before..." There was a small hiss that left the light furred lion but it melted into a mewl of pleasure. "...Mmm, your highness..."

Knowing that he was on the right path, Simba had more confidence with his actions. His tongue was quick to slide back in. And once properly inside, he began to explore the insides of his new acquaintance.

"V-very good..! Keep licking right...rrmm...r-right there..."

The bristles on his tongue rubbed on the walls' lining, earning squeezes and trembles. The pants of Seph's were unrestrained. Alongside them were tips on how to pleasure him. Simba followed them and took note of what he was doing, sure that his practice could be used again very soon.

The more he licked, the wetter and warmer the hold became. He worked well to prepare it for something more. But for now, Simba was enjoying himself immensely. That taste, the scent, the moans coming from Seph, they all came together and encouraged the royal lion to do more.

His paws raised and took hold of the other feline's haunches. Held in place, Seph moaned loader from the muscle snaking even deeper within him. It curled, flicked, and wiggled inside of him, making it hard for him to even form words. The blue blooded lion claimed that he was inexperienced, but the rogue could beg to differ. His treatment was better than a fair number of other lions that requested of him. Just as Simba was, Seph was enjoying every moment. His rod was harder than it ever had been, already dripping onto the grass beneath them both.

Simba was the same, hardly able to contain himself for much longer. As he worked his tongue inside of Seph, all he could think of was the wet and wetness awaiting him when he mounted the other lion. His moans were already making his body pulse, especially his impatiently pulsating length. Just a few more licks was all he could manage. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Simba pulled himself back, slipping his tongue from the winking hole.

"I hope you're ready," Simba growled lustfully. His paws reached even further, climbing on top of Seph.

"Extremely... P-please, your highness. I'm so ready for it."

"M-me too..." Simba got into position and properly mounted the pleading rogue. "It's going in."

He aligned himself perfectly and with a push of his hips, the golden lion was inside. His deep hiss was nearly drowned out by the volume of Seph's voice.

Already halfway inside, Simba's cock was squeezed by soft and wet walls. It was still tighter than he expected, but with another push, he was fully inside. A long winded gasp left Seph. The rod of the royal figure was pulsing deep inside. Though it had yet to move, the mounted lion could already feel a burst of pleasure within him.

With a grunt, Simba pushed himself in deeper. His cock slid past lubed walls. A small squish was heard, alongside another mew from Seph.

Above him, Simba was moaning as well. His thrusting began. With every push of his lower half, the golden feline's balls bounced against the filled backside. They were more sounds that added to the overall ambiance.

Together the two lions rocked. Simba's hard length was driven back and forth, gliding along the glossy walls. He fell into a rhythm, his body's natural urges, driving him to keep seeking this pleasure until he was thoroughly satisfied. Under him, Seph held his body firm, digging his claws into the firm earth. Even when the other lion slammed into him, the rogue lion hardly moved. In return, his tailhole was stretched and spread even more, slowly allowing even more room and more pleasure between the two of them.

"Nnaah...ahh...ah..!"

'His moans. They're so hot. And his body feels so good. Just who is this lion..?'

Even as he pounded into the moaning lion under him, Simba's mind wandered a bit. At his age, there has been talk of him finding a suitable mate. Kovu and Nuka were searching for one while his father and Scar had each other. All of them were seeking companionship within the territories. He knew it was wrong, but the royal lion could easily see himself returning to the exotic lion after another long day. Before anyone who dared watch, they would embrace and rid all the stresses of their daily affairs. Just as Seph would say his name, Simba would tell his mate just how much he meant and how good he felt.

'Mmm... Seph...'

Even after just meeting the lion, Simba wanted this to become a reality. It was a deep desire within him that only grew stronger and stronger. With each rock of his hips and slip of his cock inside, his appreciation for the other feline grew into more. He wanted to hold Seph even closer, to caress him, not just now but when they were not so intimate either. As his mate, the light brown lion would be treated as royalty, if not by the public, then by Simba himself.

When Simba returned to reality, he realized that he was getting close to his limit. His body had naturally sped up, leaving him slamming himself into the other lion. The sloppy noises of a hard cock barreling into a sloppy hole filled his ears. Seph's moans were louder than ever as he cried out for his highness to keep going, to mark him from the inside with his seed.

Digging his claws in slightly, Simba bashed his cock into Seph as hard as he could, snarling from the intense lightning bolts of pleasure. It wasn't long now. Just a few more pumps and he would be there. Thrust, thrust, thrust... A sudden roar sounded as Simba planted his cock in deep. Against the squeezing and pre-cum soaked walls, it pulsed once, twice.

Another snarl came when the lion's Pride Lands seed poured into Seph's ass. It rushed out of him, spurting thick rope after rope in time with the intense throbs of his length. Under him Seph shuddered and yowled as the mounting feline's barbs flexed and raked at him. The mix of pain and pleasure was just what he needed to get off as well.

Carefully, Simba rocked his hips slightly, wanting to milk as much seed and pleasure as he could. Judging by the heavy scent that now clung in the air, it seemed that Seph had released his own seed onto the grasses.

"S-so... How was it?" Simba asked, still panting heavily.

"A-amazing, your highness." Seph was struggling to stand, but he somehow endured, focusing on the intense pleasure within him instead.

"I know this is rather sudden, but... I want you to join me, Seph. As my mate. I know you must have your own life, but I've fallen for you and..."

"Your highness. Simba..." Seph said with a sudden seriousness in his voice. "As much as I would l-love the idea. I'm just a rogue... What would someone like you want with someone like me?"

A sudden moan parted his jaws as Simba humped in deep again.

"This..." The golden lion chuckled and began to pull himself out, groaning from the slight overstimulation. "This is what I want, Seph. You're what I want and I don't care if you were a rogue or another royal from a rival kingdom. I want you for you."

"S-Simba..." The other lion had been traveling anywhere he could, never having a place to settle. To ensure his survival, Seph did anything he could, and offered anything he could. It was one thing to suddenly be involved with royalty, but it was clear that Simba cared about him, through and through.

"If you would have me... T-then I would be honored to be your mate."

"Actually," Simba smiled. "The honor is all mine. Now, I think my mate should have his own turn."

Seph purred as the red maned lion got low to the grass. He lifted his hindquarters and looked back at the other lion with a wink and sly, toothy grin.

"Yes. It is only fair. And I intend to show you just how much I adore you... Simba..."

The golden lion's eyes widened at the sudden touch under his tail. But his eyes lidded and his tongue lolled. If this is what true love felt like, he could certainly get used to it...