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I sigh and shake my head as I travel across the african plains. Looking up, I can see the sun is already high in the sky, beating down relentlessly on everything below it, including me. I stop for a moment and kneel, slipping the straps of my backpack from my shoulders and reaching inside for my olive-skinned canteen. I take a swig of luke-warm water and sigh as I realize my sole source of drinking water is now empty.

I look up again, raising an arm to wipe a sheen of sweat from my brow, then stand up. I recall the advice of a local guide who suggested there might be a clean water hole nearby. Not entirely sure where I am going, I push on, easing aside long amber blades of grass almost as tall as me. It is almost by sheer luck that I manage to find it after nearly a half hour of further travel. As I push the last of the grasses aside, my eyes fall upon a wide, dry bank surrounding crystal clear water, a true boon for the weary traveller.

I pause, however, as I spot something I had not expected to encounter. She is leaning down to lap at the water, her feline tongue flicking from he muzzle again and again to draw the refreshing liquid up into her lithe, strong body. Her fur is a lovely tawny color, perfect for blending in with the dry season's grasses, her round ears alertly flicking. Even having never before encountered one, it is easy to tell I am in the presence of a lioness.

For a moment I consider simply slipping away into the plains in search of another source of water, but I quickly decide against it. I reason that if she is aware of my presence, as she likely is, then leaving will be pointless. More than that, turning my back and running will likely make me little more than prey. I reach into my pack again and grab my canteen, kneeling down by the water's edge.

I dip my thermos into the water, and as it begins to fill, bubbles rise to the surface, popping with a surprisingly-noising gurgle. The lioness looks up at me, and for a moment, I regard her in return, struck immediately by the blue-green feline eyes. Some part of me is frightened, yet more than that, I find myself captivated. A few moments pass before I realize I am staring at her. I quickly look down, knowing to many felines staring in such a way is a challenge, but when I look back up again, she is still staring at me.

I finish filling my water and stand. "I'm sorry," I say gently, not expecting her to understand. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I'll go now."

"What are you?" I pause as rather than the customary feline sounds I expect, I hear a soft, musical voice coming from her. I blink a bit.

"E... excuse me?"

The lioness raises her head and perks her ears, curious now. "What are you? I've never seen a primate without hair before." I blink a bit, unable to believe my ears... a lioness... speaking to me?

"I'm human," I say gently, trying to pretend I'm not going crazy, "My name is Kyle... What's your name?"

The lioness' tail flicks and she smiles now, seeming satisfied. "Nala," she answers, "My name is Nala."

"Nala..." I roll the name around on my tongue a few times, rather liking how it feels and sounds to say it. I cannot believe I am actually conversing with a lioness. I decide to take the chance to get a little closer to her. She raises a paw as though she might bolt into the grass, but she seems to think better of it and stands her ground once more. "I like that name..."

Soon I am within just a few feet of her. A thrill shoots through me. Nala slowly backs away as if frightened by my presence. I cannot help but smile at the irony of an apex predator being afraid of my touch. "Please, don't be afraid of me," I urge, "I've never been so close to one of your kind before..." So close now, it isn't just my eyes or my ears being stimulated, but my nose too. I catch a very distinct scent wafting off of her body, feminine yet earthy. I can smell the blood of her prey, yes, but somehow it excited, rather than frightens me.

Nala seems to calm,and her ears perk as her feline curiosity gets the better of her. She stands, tail flicking and slowly moves toward me as I stretch out my hand. She leans in close and sniffs my hand, nose twitching as she takes in my alien scent. I move my hand to stroke between her ears. At first, she flinches back, then seems to relax. Her fur is surprisingly soft under my touch, and I find myself wanting to stroke more of it. A few long moments pass like this, with me stroking her fur, and Nala, now relaxing, moving closer to sniff and to nuzzle against me. It's an experience unlike any that any other human ever has experienced.

Her scent seems to grow stronger, stirring other feelings in me that manifest as a painfully-growing bulge in my jeans. The lioness, seeming to sense the change, looks up at me curiously. "I'm sorry," I say gently, "I've just... never been this close to such a beautiful creature."

"You're aroused," she says simply, much to my chagrin. The shock must have registered on my face, because Nala purrs softly and pushes herself against me more. "It's alright. Lions aren't formal about those kinds of things. Do you want to mate with me?"

I gasp at how straightforward she is. "I... I mean, I'd love to," I admit, "but are you sure it would be alright? Someone as gorgeous as you must be part of a pride. You must have a male eager to mate with you just waiting."

The young lioness purrs. "You aren't a lion," she points out, "You cannot breed me... and at the moment, I... am afraid I need more relief than he can provide. He has other lionesses to tend to, afterall." It is only now that I realize what it is I've been smelling this whole time. Nala is in heat! Without thought I quickly toss my shirt and reach down to open my pants, letting them fall to the ground and leaving me in only my shoes and socks. Curious, Nala moves her nose in close, pressing it against my human arousal. I gasp at the feeling of her cold, wet nose against my manhood. An electric thrill shoots through my entire body as I spring quickly to life. Nala's ears perk, and she seems all the more intrigued. She presses her nose closer, breathing in my personal musk. "You smell wonderful," she compliments.

I close my eyes, unable to believe what I am doing, unable to come to grips with the fact that I am a human man about to mate with one of the most beautiful creatures on the entire planet. I swallow hard as her scent begins to flow over me, causing me to feel light-headed. Her feline tongue slips from her mouth and begins to gently rasp over my groin while my hands finally start to slide down over her body. I lean over, my hands moving over her shoulders and over her flanks. I can feel every inch of lean muscle beneath her tawny-and-cream pelt. That she is a powerful predator who could kill me with a simple swipe has not eluded me, and yet I can feel how gentle she is being.

Suddenly she draws back and looks up at me with a playful smile tugging at her leonine features. I give her a questioning look, and she simply turns, almost teasingly. Her flank brushes against my front before she moves a few pawsteps forward, giving me a lovely view from behind. I move forward and grip her tail in my hands, cautiously moving it aside to get a good look at her shimmering, waiting entrance. Nala seems to know what I am doing. She lowers her front and raises her hindquarters slightly, shimmying her rear back and forth, pushing herself back against me and drawing a sudden moan from us both. "Are you going to keep me waiting?" she purrs.

I shake my head quickly in response and free one hand from her tail, guiding it to my human shaft. Biting my lip, I place my tip against her, immediately gasping and shuddering as I feel just how hot she is compared to any human woman. My other hand leaves her tail as I take hold of her hips, and then I push myself forward. My tip sinks into her, my entire shaft soon following behind. I moan at the feeling of her incredibly tight depths, which massage and squeeze in ways no human woman could ever match. I push deeper into her heat as I catch sight of her claws unfurling, kneeding the ground beneath her. Soon, my hips have pressed against hers, and for a moment, we stand connected like that. She starts to purr, and I can feel the vibration flowing up through my body.

Getting control of myself, I draw back, only to begin a firm pistoning motion, slowly drawing out, quickly pushing in, my hips slapping against hers with each motion. Movements first taken with hesitation soon feel completely natural, especially as the lioness beneath me begins to push back against me. My hands slide up over her flanks, finding where I can grip her fur and skin, using it to drive myself even deeper. Sounds of feline pleasure soon begin to leave her lips even as my own moans grow louder. Where I was once afraid of being caught, I can now think of nothing but the incredible female beneath me. I lean over her, working to get a better angle, feeling almost like a real lion as I take an instinctively dominant position over her. My thighs soon become wet with her nectar as I bite my lip.

How long we carry on like this, I cannot truly tell. Time seems to have stopped and accelerated all the same, but all too soon I feel my balls tightening. My toes curl in my boots. "N... Nala..." I moan.

She moans back. "Mmph... don't pull out," she demands, "Give it all to me..."

I cannot help but comply. A few moments later my peak hits me. I pull back until only my tip remains within her, only to thrust forward one final time, crying out in pleasure as I cum. My cock throbs, releasing hot waves of seed deep into the lioness' body. She too roars out her pleasure as her orgasm strikes. We fall to the ground, and I'm only scarcely aware that I am still inside her as I rest on her side. She looks up at me and smiles, her tongue licking my cheek. I cannot recall ever feeling so satisfied before as I am now, connected to this queen of all beasts. "I... hope this is not the last time I will meet with you, Nala," I whisper, "or that I will mate with you..." The lioness smiles in response, giving no reply, but I can tell the feeling is mutual.

Of course, the time does eventually come for us to part ways. We say our goodbyes as I draw out of her and slip on my clothes, but even as she slips away into the savannah gasses, I catch one last glimpse of her swaying hips, with my cum leaking out of her... and I know that this is not the last time we will meet... Far from it, though... before our next encounter, I may decide to set my eyes on the princess of of Pride Rock instead... whatever the case, I realize one thing... from now on, only the feeling of a tight lioness will satisfy, and I wonder whether it is possible, that any human could ever hope to become the king of the jungle...