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Two years ago, I wrote about an encounter with a beautiful lioness, a tawny-furred beauty with starlit blue eyes that captured me as the eyes of no human woman ever could. But hers was not the only encounter, merely the first.

I find myself strolling across the African plane yet again, seeking respite from the chill winter and early springs of my northern home. I travel far once more from any sign of human civilization, preferring the open planes around me and the clear skies above to any human city. The sun is setting, bathing everything in a fiery orange. The fire dies away, giving way to a combination of blue and ashen gray as twilight gives way to a clear savannah night. The air cools, but it is still far warmer than anything I am used to this time of year.

I walk slowly through the Pridelands, enjoying the sounds of nature around me as I make my way toward a certain watering hole. The memory of my first encounter stirs in my stomach and causes my heart to race. I wonder whether I will see her here. I wonder whether she will remember me. The waterhole is near. I can hear the trickling of the stream that feeds it and smell the moist earth.

Soon, I find it, pushing aside long amber grass to reveal the same water source where Nala and I met and enjoyed one another’s company, and so much more. Sadly, she is not present. Indeed, it would seem I am quite alone out here. The notion is a bit disappointing, but I decide not to waste this night. My clothes are soon stripped from my body, laid on the dry bank of the waterhole as I ease myself into the cooling, crystal water. My dark tan skin almost seems to glow in the pure blue light of the full moon, and the stars reflected in the water are almost like diamonds, tempting me to reach out as if by simply acting quick enough and reaching far enough, I might be able to take a gem home with me. I take a breath and plunge myself beneath the surface of the water, reveling in the freedom of the pond’s embrace.

I come up a few moments later, my eyes close as I allow myself the conceit of a laugh… only to be met with a suspicious growl. Gasping, I open my eyes, only to find myself staring into the eyes of another lioness. For a moment, I wonder whether it is Nala again, but I quickly dismiss this idea, as her eyes are not the soft blue of the queen, but rather, a red-brown shade, somehow more intense and feiry, and yet… there is something youthful and innocent about them. I raise my hands in surrender. She is smaller somehow, perhaps only recently having reached her full size, but there is no mistaking how much she looks like my Nala. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly, “I thought I was alone.”

The lioness quickly backs away with a start, her claws scrabbling in the dirt. She looks as if she is trying to decide whether she should flee, but her natural feline curiosity stays her paws. “Who are you?” she demands, “What are you?”

This conversation is so very familiar, and yet the way she speaks… she doesn’t carry Nala’s measured, calm tone. She seemed a bit more frightened, as if the notion of meeting any stranger from outside her little corner of the savannah is a frightening one. “My name is Kyle,” I say calmly, “And I am human… “

“Kyle… human…” The lioness thinks it over for a moment. Slowly she seems to relax. Her tail, previously lashing about in fear relaxes, and her ears, previously pinned against her head, now perk. “I think… I think my mother spoke of you,” she says quietly, “She says she met a… human once. One who could understand the speech of lions.”

Now this comes as a surprise. Is it possible that I have been gone so long? “What is your mother’s name?” I ask curiously.

She gives me a suspicious look. “Nala,” she says, “Queen Nala.”

At this, I smile widely. “I should have known!” I say. I move toward her. She backs away a bit. “Please, don’t be afraid,” I urge, “Your mother… she and I met. I remember her well… her kindness, her beauty…” I pause, biting my lip. “I remember the her sweet scent, and the softness of her fur.”

She seems shocked. “So you mean that you and my mother-“

“Is it such a strange idea?” I ask, “Your mother told me physical intimacy is not… formal, among lions. She needed relief and since I am unable to breed…”

The lioness looks down, her ears pinned back once more, but it is difficult to see whether she is still frightened, or merely embarrassed to think of her mother engaging in such cardinal activities. I take a moment to look her over. Her fur is a much deeper shade of gold and cream, her eyes more like smoldering embers, but there is an… energy in them, an eagerness, like that of a chained animal straining at its lead.

“I don’t think I got your name,” I offer.

“Kiara,” she says, finally looking up and meeting my gaze, “I’m Kiara.”

“Kiara,” I smile, “I think I may like that name even more than your mother’s name. It is fitting and beautiful for a graceful princess.”

Kiara tears up a little at this. “I don’t feel that way,” she admits, “My mother knew you… and she trusted you enough to… to mate with you.” I nod. “Then perhaps I can trust you too… the truth is, it would be nice to speak with someone who would not look at me just as a princess.”

“I can do that,” I promise her. I slip out of the water and kneel. I reach out and gently place a hand against her muzzle, turning her to look at me. Gods… why can’t I look at these enchantresses without feeling a fire burning deep inside of my loins? It’s even worse now that I’m so close to her. I can smell her, and while her scent is like that of Nala, I can also smell something different, something a bit sweeter, the scent of the wind, as If she spends a lot of time running on her own, far from the safety of her pride.

She looks unsure for a moment, but finally, she sighs. “My whole life, my daddy… King Simba… he’s just been so overprotective of me,” she says softly, “I know why… I know about the threat from the Outlanders, and there was that time I wandered off when I was a cub and met Kovu and…” She shakes her head, quickly pulling back before she begins rambling. “The point is… I’ve finally come of age, and now… Now I worry he won’t let me prove it. When a lioness in our pride reaches adulthood, she is allowed a day to hunt on her own, to show her skill, show that she will contribute to the well-being of our pride. But if he doesn’t let me show what I can do… “

“Then how can you ever hope to lead your pride one day,” I finish for her. She nods.

“I think… sometimes moms and dads push things too far, and wind up hurting us, even when they’re trying their best to help,” I offer her. “You just need to tell your father that he needs to give you the chance to show you can do this on your own.”

“But that’s just the problem,” Kiara admits, “I’m not sure I can.”

At this, I lean in close. She looks away a moment, but I don’t let her keep this for long. My forehead meets hers. “You are the princess,” I remind her, “The daughter of Nala. I believe you are capable of doing anything you wish, including bringing back the biggest prey your pride has ever seen.”

Kiara swallows hard. Her tail flicks. “You really think so?”

“I am certain.” Without much thought, I tilt my head. My lips find Kiara’s muzzle. She recoils a bit, but soon calms. I cannot help myself. There is something that draws me to her, much as it once drew me to her mother. As if by instinct, her tongue slips from her muzzle and licks my lips. My mouth opens to accept it. Her feline tongue feels so alien, but yet it is so satisfying as well, tinged with iron from her prey, and yet sweet all the same.

Slowly I pull back from her. “Kiara,” I say softly, “Let me mate with you… Let me show you that you are more than grown up enough to provide for your pride.”

Almost breathless, Kiara looks at me. “Are you sure? I’m not… experienced, like my mother was.”

I nod. “I don’t think I’ve ever been surer of anything.” I stand slowly, unsurprised to feel my human cock standing at full attention. Kiara swallows and looks at me, then at my cock, then back up at me. I nod to her, and she leans in close, drawing in the scent of my manhood. I feel a familiar thrill run through my body. It is so familiar, so like last time, and yet, so very, very different. Something about this feels more intimate to me somehow, perhaps because it is Kiara’s first time, perhaps because she does not yet have a mate. I place my hands on her head, running my fingers through her golden fur… even softer than her mother.

I feel Kiara’s tongue leave her muzzle as she begins lapping at my hardened length. There is pain in the rough strokes of her feline tongue, but there is tenderness to it as well, a combination of thrills I would not trade for anything. She leans forward. Her muzzle wraps around me. I feel her sharp teeth prickling my skin, but she is incredibly gentle as she starts to suck on me, stroking my shaft with her tongue.

I moan, feeling weak in the knees, already feeling a bit of precum landing on her tongue. This only encourages Kiara further. She sucks a bit more, leading to more groans from me. How is it, I wonder, that I am suddenly at the mercy of such an innocent female? For some time, this continues, and I am keenly aware that it would take only a single quick motion of her jaws to rend me apart, but clearly Kiara has no interest in such barbarities. It is an eternity of heaven wrapped up in the space of just a few minutes as I suddenly feel my shaft convulsing, sending my seed straight into the lioness’ muzzle and down her throat. Kiara pauses, and I feel her tongue pulsing as she swallows every bit.

She slowly pulls back and gives me a grin. I give her a quizzical look. She just shakes her head and slowly backs away, licking her dark lips as she rubs her flanks against me. My eyes roll back briefly as she teases my loins with her soft fur; then I see her walk toward the bank of the waterhole and lower her front body, her rear haunches raising. “I thought you’ve never done this before,” I say.

She giggles. “Well, Mom was right when she said we aren’t really formal with our matings,” She says, “I’ve seen the pride lionesses raising their tails for my dad.” I shrug. It makes as much sense as anything else.

I move forward, soon bringing my tip in against her incredibly hot entrance. It’s only the second time my body has ever touched that of a lioness. The thrill is exactly the same as the first time, an electric arc shooting its way through my entire system. I swallow. She looks back at me and smiles. “Go on Kyle,” she encourages, “Make me all yours.”

I move quickly to comply, spearing my hips forward, my tip sinking into her tight, waiting loins. The natural heat of her feline body washes over me, flowing from my shaft upward through my entire body. I hold into Kiara’s hips as my shaft plunges deep inside her waiting slit, the incredible tightness of it almost as overwhelming as her temperature. My hips meet hers, my balls briefly slapping against her thighs. For a moment, we stand there together, locked in a lovers’ embrace.

I struggle for a moment to decide whether the heat of Kiara’s body is not even more fulfilling than Nala’s, but a little moan and a growl from the princess brings me back to the moment. Still holding firmly to her hips, I pull back until only my tip remains within her, only to plunge into her feline depths once more. Kiara lowers her front, stretching her legs out in front of her, giving me an even better angle from which to claim her body as mine. New furrows are raked into the ground by the young lioness’ bloodless claws. She pants and moans, her face screwed up with a bit of pain as it is clear she is unused to this, but she gives me no indication that she wishes to stop.

Rather, as I push into her, I feel her pushing back against me, and so we carry on, her groans of pain soon giving way to sounds of feline pleasure. I lose myself in her. She is so much like her mother. This… meeting is so familiar, and yet I find myself wanting her even more, and so we carry on for even longer. I feel my body shaking, my knees weakening, but I cannot stop myself from continuing to give firm thrusts against her.

“K… Kyle!” Kiara moans, “I never knew mating could feel so wonderful. I feel… I’m going to… naaaaahhhh…” Her moans give way to a roar as her orgasm hits, causing her feline walls to squeeze around my cock, sending a tremor through my body. I begin rapidly thrusting in response.

“Kiara!” I groan, “I… I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, Kyle!” she moans back to me, “Please… I want to feel it all inside of me…” She pleads, almost begs, and so I give her what she wants. I withdraw from her body, only to plunge in one final time, slamming my hips against hers and crying out in pleasure as my orgasm finally rocks me from to to head. My cock throbs inside of her as my cum rushes into her. And then I come down. I pant as for a few moments, we stand together, frozen in the warm afterglow. Slowly I pull my cock out of her, letting our combined love juices fall to the ground. Kiara slumps to the ground, and I follow her.

Not much is said between us after that. I find her paws pulling me in, holding me close. I lay against her soft, hot fur, only leaning up to press my lips against hers, even if she cannot fully return a kiss in human fashion.

“So… are you going to leave again?” she asks softly. There is almost something of regret in her voice.

I think for a few moments, then smile. “Maybe if I had a reason to stay…”

“I think mother would love to see you again,” she says softly, “And… I would too.”

I slowly nod my head. “Well… then perhaps for you, I can stay in the Pridelands, just a bit longer.

I don’t know why I promise her that but being so close to her causes my heart to flutter. Mating with her mother was incredible, but somehow, I find myself even more drawn to the princess, as if perhaps we both understand what it is like to be truly alone and misunderstood, even amongst those most like us.

The night passes quickly, but this time there is no parting of ways. Even as our combined fluids soak into the earth, we remain locked together, a pair of lovers, starcrossed though we might be. I don’t know what new adventures or difficulties this change in my life will bring, yet I know that leaving once was perhaps the biggest mistake I ever made. Finally, in the embrace of a lioness’ paws… I am home.