It all started just a little over a month ago.

With the pride lands under Simba’s rule, it was slowly becoming a paradise. Scar was slowly becoming nothing more than a dark distant memory. With his queen Nala by his side, Simba was in utter paradise, he truly felt like a king.

… At least on his side

Nala loves Simba. From his powerful red mane down to the tip of his tail, she cared for her mate. But whenever the two of them became intimate, she found him somewhat… Lacking. Compared to most lions, he wasn’t smaller. In fact she guessed he was more on the bigger side of things. It was just no matter how hard or rough things got between them, it never quite scratched her in the exact way she wanted.

One late night, after telling Simba she was going out for a walk, she traveled alone to Rafiki. 

That night, she confided to the older Mandrill, going into detail over her problem, all the while he came up with a few ways of how he could possibly help...

	“Oh, it's been terrible.” The lioness blurted out. “It doesn’t matter how many times we’re together. I love Simba but… I just feel awful over it. My heart belongs to him but no matter how much I love him, my body just doesn’t listen.”

	“Hmmm… I see.” The old Simian said, drinking from a bowl before handing the remains to the queen. The hearty brew was a welcome beverage for her already tangled nerves. 

	“Isn’t there anything you could do? You’re potions or possibly even magic?” Without realizing it, she finished all the contents of the stew. “O-oh, I’m-”

	“No need to apologize!” He interrupted. “It's natural to be worried over such things, especially with someone you care about! Just allow yourself to unwind, relax and let old Rafiki help you out.”

Nala couldn’t help but be soothed by the words, unaware of the foreshadowing behind them. She allowed herself to relax as he instructed. Her eyes grew heavy but the call of sleep wasn’t close in her mind. Unknown to the lioness, she had partaken of a rather special brew he’s created in his later years. From her stomach upward, a new, powerful sensation welled up inside her. Her breathing became deeper and more sated. Her mind traced these feelings to her Simba. The warm and fuzzy feeling focusing down and around the pit of her stomach.

Rafiki couldn’t help but let an otherwise well meaning smile spread across his face as he watched the potions effects begin to take effect.

	“All life, requires energy. Vitality is the energy of the body. Normally, there is no need for you young ones to worry over running out of such things. But for matters such as this, the circle of life dictates my hand must be ‘forced’.” He told the ignorant and blissful Nala. In her lightly initerbated mind, she rolled over, feeling a tender wave overtake her, leaving her exposed to the elements. In the moonlight, he took note of the spot of wet and matted down fur that shined within, showing hints of her excitement over her inner thigh. “And it seems my hand, shall be forced once again.”

From then on, Nala was never quite the same. Simba would be greeted by his best friend and wife whenever she would return with her constant visits from the tree. Smelling of special oils and mixtures that would leave him eager to pounce her in their den. Nights turned long and warm. Loving and close.

Her heart truly and fully belong to her king and mate, Simba.

But her body was another story.

Her first visit over to Rafiki's was the start. In her state of Mind, Rafiki used his hands to please her in ways she never imagined possible. From the way she was touched to the places they’d explore, she never had climaxes as plentiful or as intense as before. No matter how many times she begged, she’d just end up being a drooling mess that he was going to clean up. After doing so, Rafiki sent her on her way, using an assortment of scented oils and told her if she feels the need, to come back to him.

The next visit a few days later, Rafiki was greeted by the queen's presence once again. After offering and giving her his standard brew, she explained that after their time together, it took some of the edge off. She felt more relaxed. And as strange as it sounded to her, Nala found herself being able to enjoy the sex with Simba. She’d find herself letting out roars just as strong as her mates whenever things became heated. She wasn’t sure what made her feel worse, betraying his love or letting herself become inhibited by the mystics magic hands and fingers. 

“Be at ease!” He told her with the enthusiasm the old ape would also give off. “If it helps your mind and body, what harm could it be?”

The simple reassurance left her mind free of worry and her body to indulge in her new infidelious ways. It was as the worry left her mind, that she began to relish in her now more frequent visits. When she would arrive, she would be welcomed with the mysterious brew. As soon as she was finished, she would assault the simian with a levy of deep kisses. Slobber would erupt between the two of them. Nala’s eyes would glaze over as she their tongues battled, sending little shivers down her golden fur before reaching the base of her tail and below. 

Weak and needy, she allowed herself to easily be dominated and pushed down. Not unlike the first time she and Simba shared underneath the moon and stars. As the memory unfolded in her mind, she failed to notice the much bigger and eager present waiting to take advantage of her hungry body. He stroked himself to his full size, dwarfing most smaller mammals like an adult meerkat. She didn’t need to even look to understand what was in store for her. The scnet radiated off him like a blooming Baobab tree. Strong. Heavy. 

And it left her needs ache like never before.

She held onto the Mandrill, wrapping her powerful limbs around him pulling him into a deeper embrace. She latched on, feeling his tongue digging as deep as possible, almost reaching into her throat. When he pulled away, Nala almost couldn’t tell up or down apart. The lioness’s mind was a mess. The only thing she could see was the top of the tree illuminated by the moonlight.

	“Deep breaths now my queen. You won’t be able to take in many of those with me.” 

He would often tease her with various titles. As true as they were, they were only titles. She was simply a lioness. One who desired pleasure that her love just couldn’t give her.

The first night Rafiki had sex with her, left her a loose mess. Instead of jumping in, he would force her onto her back, rubbing her tenderloins with the thick shaft. Every night leading up, she would always cover it in her fluids. It wasn’t until a week later that they went further. The tip alone spread her apart further than Simba could with his whole size. Her eyes bulged as more was forced in. Inch to inch, climax after climax. Nala had never felt more like a female until every sweet inch of her insides was stretched with cock.

And he hadn’t even gotten truly started yet… 

	“Is it to your liking, queen Nala?” The old simian asked with a knowing smile. She responded with a deep purr that rumbled like the ground below. Still wearing the same smile, he began an onslaught of thrusts. The sudden crash of physical movement left her stomach twisted in knots, her mind frazzled and leaving her to squirt around every pump into her womb. She let out a series of groans that would leave any neighbours curious. But there was no worry. Isolated away from the rest of the pride lands. She was free to scream and wail, cry and beg in the throes of pleasure. 

Rifki’s warnings to her earlier weren’t idle words. Nala could barely breathe as her inside sucked on his fat meat. A power she wasn’t aware of coursed through he as if feeding off of the simians vitality. Her grip around him tightened up, forcing him to pick up the pace. 

With strength that would leave any surprised, he lifted her up and continued pounding her like he meant it. The new angle and motion was to much, only allowing her to snarl, growl and mew. WIth one last deep, stomach pounding thrust, Rafiki emptied his energetic load into the queen of the pride lands, filling and enriching her with his seed. Nala could feel every pump of the seed, the heat blossoming with every throb and reaching into her depths like a rock in a valley. Pinned up against the wall and being pumped full of more seed than she thought possible was something she never imagined. Every puff of air came out labored and ragged. The glazed over look in her eyes however, gave a clear cut message.

She was beyond happy.

	“Now then my queen, we must keep enriching your body with plenty of vitality for dear Simba! Shall we continue?” 

Nala felt his hard alien member, throb powerfully inside her, seemingly unaffected after delivering the sweet load deep inside her. 

	“Yes…” She replied with a tired gasp. Underneath the word was a simple primal creature who wanted to be lost to pleasure. And the cock that was more than willing and ready to heed her desires.

Her heart belonged to the King of the Pridelands, Simba.

Her body belonged to depraved and tratious pleasure.