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Being the queen of the Pride Lands turned out to be more than expected for Nala. The land was still healing from Scar's reign and there was much to do. Luckily Simba was ruling well and support from neighboring lands allowed them to stay afloat. While her mate was responsible for fighting off and defeating Scar once and for all, she hadn't forgotten about the ones that assisted him. Much of her thanks went towards Timon and Pumbaa for not only assisting in the battle but also finding Simba after he ran away. Without them, there was no telling where she would be. And though her thanks was given, there was still some guilt she harbored for Pumbaa in particular. Back in the jungle, she had scared the warthog terribly and had wanted to make it up to him for some time. The only thing keeping her from doing so were the many tasks laid out for her and the king.

But finally, some free time was given to her. Having a clear goal in mind, Nala had excused herself and even told Simba where she was going. The path to the oasis was safe and he of course knew there was nothing to worry about with her being there. Wishing her well, Simba went off to attend to his own affairs.

There was a reason for the leading lion's worry. Not long after their union and official crowning as King and Queen had the time of mating season come about. And of course, Simba had her first. It was passionate and intense. Just thinking of it was making the lioness shudder. She could practically feel her sex being prodded and stretched around the impressive lionhood. Though they had already mated more than a few things, Nala's heat still persisted, just dulled down enough for her to function as a leader. With her out of the way, it was Simba's duty to mate the others and bring about the next generation, something their pride was sorely needing...

It wasn't that long of a walk, but now Nala found herself in a bit of a mood. From the intimate moments replaying in her mind to the high grass that tickled between her legs. Padding into the jungle's dense foliage, she was sure the scent of her was starting to travel. No matter. The oasis was a safe place, free from predators of any kind, besides the occasional visits from Simba and herself.

Once in the heart of the jungle paradise, Nala began to search for the warthog. Simba usually escorted her to where the pair of insect-eaters resided. But he also told her that it would be easy enough to locate them if she used her nose. That made sense, they were prey animals after all. She took a deep whiff of the air to get a sense of their direction but ended up coughing. Rather than the grassy scent of prey she had been expecting, Nala instead got a lungful of stink. It still persisted in her nose, tainting her scent of smell. Oddly enough, the lioness continued to sniff around.

The smell was no doubt pungent but there was also something about it. She couldn't quite understand it at first. But taking another deep sniff made her shudder. It reminded her of the musty smell that clung to the hyenas, following them wherever they went. But underlying was something quite different, something oddly enticing. She began to follow it, the scent becoming stronger and more defined the further out she ventured. This was more than some stink. It was clearly the musky traces of a male. She was introduced to that thanks to Simba, nuzzling his loins while he stood over her.

It didn't take long for her to find Pumbaa. He was all alone, his back turned to the approaching predator. Nala was going to make sure that she announced herself this time but quickly became distracted. Her eyes immediately fell on the massive balls that sat between the hoofed mammal's hindlegs. It wasn't her first time seeing them, but this was the first time that Nala really took notice.

Simba was very big for a lion, being compared to Scar and a few other rogues that tried to lay claim to the recovering land. But those heavy orbs completely outdid her mate's three times over. They swayed a bit from the hog wedging his tusk into a log's bark, tearing the wood away to reveal the scrambling bugs underneath. He busied himself with collecting and crunching down on them, being much too busy to notice the lioness coming in closer and closer still.

Nala had completely forgotten to bring attention to herself. While quietly stalking forwards, she was still eyeing those huge balls. Being some yards away the smell of him was strong in the air. It sent a shiver through her, especially between her own hindlegs. She couldn't help but wonder how much seed was currently stored there, certainly much more than any lion could produce at one time, maybe even after expelling multiple times throughout the day...

Pumbaa had finished his fill of bugs and grubs. His nostrils were flaring from the strange scent that filled the air. He was so used to his own smell that it was practically invisible to his own nose. No, the scent picked up was something strangely sweet and tangy, almost like a ripe fruit. It was strangely enticing too. No sooner had he taken one small curious whiff had Pumbaa's nose kept twitching and huffing in the foreign aroma as much as he could. This got him to turn around and finally notice the lioness approaching.

For a moment, fear took hold of him but he quickly calmed down when seeing it was Nala. "Oh, Nala you scared me."

The warthog's words snapped her from the trance. She awkwardly cleared her throat and stood taller. "Hello, Pumbaa. I was hoping to find you here."

"Oh, is there something you needed?" the kind hog asked. He was always willing to help in any way he could. Nala smiled but shook her head politely.

"No, I came here to apologize for...you know... Almost hunting and eating you," Nala forced herself to say.

Pumbaa blinked but started to laugh. "That's already behind us. Hanuka Matata, right?"

The words weren't fully understood by the Pride Lands born lioness but she knew it was a good thing. She was glad that things were right between them but that didn't absolve the guilt nor the twitching between her legs, being spurred by every breath taking in the warthog's smell directly. It was so powerful, striking her senses without mercy. It was now much less overwhelming and more strangely intoxicating.

"Be that as it may, at least allow me to make it up to you," she offered. Maybe it was her heat taking control or the musk clouding up her thoughts, or perhaps both factors: working together in perfect harmony in getting her to see Pumbaa in a new light. Either way, an idea was formed in her head and it was all too enticing to not act upon.

Before the oasis dweller could answer, she was already moving forwards, a paw reaching out and underneath to boldly touch then fondle the hog's sheath. Pumbaa jumped a bit from the feeling but already found himself shuddering from her soft paw caressing his loins. Instinctively a hindleg lifted and Nala was able to cup and rub the warm sack, doing so by moving in small circles.

The shock that Pumbaa felt was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that came. He was more used to the smaller hands of Timon rubbing at him. But Nala's paw was able to touch and caress so much at once. Her pawpad was smooth and warm, outlined by silky fur that teased his balls in a way never felt before. A small groan came from him, letting the pleasure fully take hold.

Nala watched herself work but took notice of the bright pink easing from the sheath. More of it was coming into view. A twisted looking tip slid out first but it was quickly followed by a thick shaft. An audible gasp came when seeing how girthy the pulsing flesh was. Veins swelled from the blood being rapidly pumped blood throughout the still expanding hog cock. Even more impressive was the cloud of musk that clung to the length, looking much like actual steam rising from the flesh. Nala dared to move her paw to the cock, it was wet to the touch and already slick. Running from the base and to the tip, she moved her paw along the entire length, feeling how hot it was in her touch and how strong the throbs were. More moans came from Pumbaa, the feelings first felt on his balls were now directly on his fully erect rod.

"Will this be a good form of replacement?" Nala asked, getting a quick nod in response. "Perfect..."

Just the feeling of her paw was enough to get Pumbaa riled up. He forgot how much he missed the touch of a big feline. Sure he always had Timon but the smaller male could only do so much at once. When Simba became an adult, he had been introduced to a new kind of pleasure only achieved through being with someone of his size or even bigger. When Simba left to rule, he was left without that kind of touch. But he was willing to part with that knowing the lion had moved onto bigger things and of course having Timon at his side fulfilled him in other ways that went beyond carnal pleasures.

Nala was so easily able to bring those feelings back. She gently pushed him onto his back. Propping his body comfortably against the log, Pumbaa spread his hoofed legs, giving easy access to his maleness. Purring gently, Nala approached and laid down in front of the male. The steaming length pulsed against her cheek, giving off warmth and the sheer reek of male. One paw was back to teasing the fat balls while her tongue flicked from his muzzle to lap at the shaft. It became apparent that the substance coating the shaft was a mix of sweat and precum. A strongly bitter yet appealing taste was smeared over her tongue. She had tasted similar from fooling around with Simba right after he fought off another rogue, rewarding him for protecting his territory. But Pumbaa's flavor was on another level.

Wrapping her lips around the uniquely shaped tip, she began to ease down, taking more into her soft and warm muzzle. It was thicker than Simba's and seemed to be a bit longer as they were still more for her to take already, having her cheeks bulging out a bit and the tip already reaching past her tongue. Pumbaa had sighed deeply, letting out low moans from the textured tongue that caressed his cock's underside. Just having his length rub over it sent tingles through his body but when Nala began to pull back, pressing her tongue to the salty-tasting flesh, rubbing and grinding it along.

While still getting a feel for the entire length, Nala began to bob her head up and down, making small sounds of enjoyment herself. These came not only from the taste, but the mouth watering odor that poured into her nose, coming straight from the source. Every breath filled her lungs with more of it. It encouraged her to keep sucking and licking on the thickness, daring to push even further, feeling the tip diving further down into the start of her throat.

A grunt came from the porcine and he couldn't help but buck his hips in response to the pleasure. This worked to suddenly push that tip right into her throat, where it was being squeezed by strong throat muscles. It only got thicker from there, really being felt from the passage being stretched by the following inches. Pumbaa bit his lip, feeling his shaft throb. Another groan came just as a string of hot precum spurt from the tip. Nala would have thought that the warthog had just cum. A load's worth of it had filled up the space, forcing her to swallow it down.

When pulling back, she noted how good it tasted. It was slick but the flavor was deep and clinging, being smeared all over her taste buds. And she already wanted more of it. With more vigor than before, Nala began to bob her head back and forth, working steadily to take even more into her windpipe than before, feeling the pulses and squirts that came from the shaft being held and squeezed so snugly while in there. More precum came forth, being unloaded from a seemingly endless supply. Marking the walls of her throat and the length of her tongue, Nala was doing all she could to keep the flow going.

Pumbaa was squirming and panting from the pleasure that built. Having his cock deepthroated and his balls played with at the same time was really getting him going. He could feel his own balls churning hard, the rush of fresh hot pre flowing through his shaft, soon to be jetted out from his tip. It all felt so good and Nala was doing it all so perfectly. Even lick, rub, and gulp was getting him to melt more and more from the growing bliss.

The lioness wasn't slowing or easing in her actions, working her mouth on the hog's cock, worshiping it in every way that she could, being rewarded with more to drink down, feeling it run hot down her throat. Even after all the licking she had done so far the delightful stench still clung to the erection, having not only filled her nose but marked her face in the same earthy odor. While servicing the smaller male, her own body was pulsing with lust. Her pussy had been tickled by the grass the entire time, having leaked her nectar onto those same blades. The longer she spent with Pumbaa, the more apparent it became that she was craving for his cock down there. But the queen was willing to wait, knowing her patience would be rewarded in time.

While thinking to herself, she hadn't noticed that Pumbaa was huffing and even drooling a bit, being put through more pleasure than he had in a while. Getting ever closer to his building climax, he managed to get the royal figure's attention from his hooves pressing down on either side of her face. Just as Nala noticed, Pumbaa was already moving her head up and down with his own strength, having a good enough hold to guide her muzzle. In addition, more of those instinctual humps came, thrusting just as the lioness' muzzle came down, plunging the throbbing cock even deeper than before. With more of the control being out of her paws, Nala did her best to suck and lick from the base to the tip. His grunts were only getting deeper, spraying more precum from his twitching tip, slamming his cock as deep as it could reach. Every inch was roughly stuffed inside, leaving his fat balls to smack against the feline's soft furred chin.

It all came to a head, with a deep snort and her head being kept down on the base. The entire length pulsed all at once, even swelling a bit wider from the seed that rushed its way through the shaft all at once, rushing from the tip with force. Nala's eyes went wide from how quickly her throat was flooded with musky hog cream. She began to gulp the thick loads down but no sooner did more come to take its place, gushing out from the tip lodged in so deep. It just kept coming but she managed to keep up, not wanting to waste a drop. It was even warmer than his precum, nearly hot enough to burn as it flowed down into her stomach. She was sure a meal wouldn't even be needed for the rest of the day. When the last of it came, the lioness felt rather full, suckling the last of the seed directly from the tip. Pumbaa sighed in satisfaction and pulled out, watching as his thickness popped free from the queen's mouth.

Nala panted a bit, able to take full breaths but having her nose pressed in between the shaft and balls tainted the inhaled air with thick warthog musk. It reminded her of that burning need on the other side. And Pumbaa's cock was noticeably still erect, even twitching in the open jungle air. And Pumbaa was looking down at her. He was blushing, eyes darting back and forth. His nostrils were flaring and she realized he was now the one taking in her scent. The inviting smell of heat, in the peak of mating season no less.

Though Pumbaa had experience with only males, that didn't make him immune to natural bodily responses. The knowing lioness just smirked, easing back. Making a display of her body, Nala turned around and rolled over. On her back and pointing her sex at the eager male, she spread her hindlegs and flicked her tail in a playful manner.

"Simba's already seeded me for the season. So there's no reason to worry... Get over here and breed me!" She was surprised by how lustful her voice had gotten at the end, but it had worked. Pumbaa was all but charging over, standing over the predator. Their eyes met as his body draped over Nala's lower half, finding a grip and lowering his form to line his tip with her entrance. The outside was slathered with her arousal and just feeling the tip's heat was threatening to drive her mad.

"Mmpf!" Pumbaa groaned upon pushing himself inside. Much easier than expected, his cock spread her soft lips and sunk into the pleasantly warm and wet hold of her sex. Nala was already moaning out, feeling the intensifying thickness that waited just behind the screw-shaped tip. She was glad that Pumbaa was entering her slowly. Putting aside the size, Nala was very much used to the barbed lengths possessed by her male counterpart. The hog's cock was sliding with surprising ease, stretching her a bit as it reached in deeper.

Then came the first thrust. Pumbaa couldn't resist any longer. She just felt so good. His length pulsing hard, the warthog had suddenly jammed the rest of his length inside, huffing from the burst of pleasure this brought him. And pushing his hips forwards so suddenly got his balls to swing in that same direction, smacking against the lioness' backside. Nala openly moaned from this, being touched so deep and having her passage stuffed in the best of ways.

Having already gotten so far, Pumbaa bit his lips and began to move his hips, already finding a steady pace to keep pushing every inch inside, ending with the weighty smack of his balls. The lioness felt her body being rocked a bit, feeling the power that was being put in just the starting thrusts. She could only assume that Pumbaa was more pent up than predicted or that the warthog had been missing a tight hole that he could actually rut. Either way, the oasis dweller was obviously taking full advantage.

Pumbaa couldn't even speak, just grunting and panting from the sheer pleasure of running his cock against the slick and silky walls. They even squeezed down on him. He couldn't remember the last time he rutted a tailhole. Timon was much too small and Simba was always on top as well. Letting his instincts take hold, another side of Pumbaa was starting to ebb out. Between the grip he had on her and the strength being put into each thrust, the hog was letting his more aggressive side be known. He could hear the wet sounds of his balls-deep rutting, followed by the smack of his weighty orbs.

More weight was put down on her, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Nala had thought he was already fucking her at full power but had been proved wrong. On her back, she was able to look Pumbaa in the eye, taking in expression of sheer lust and need, washes of pleasure being clear to see when slamming his length in deep. At the same time, she was also shuddering, eyes fluttering from the uniquely shaped maleness that plowed her pussy, bringing a steady rise of her own pleasure. Tail flicking and legs kicking uncontrollably, Nala purred and moaned out into the jungle, letting her own enjoyment be explicitly known.

The smell of the musky warthog was still strong, being ground into her groomed pelt. The earthy smell of his precum added onto that and knowing that her pussy would be smelling of it sent another tingle of dirty experience through it. Simba would no doubt know right away and perhaps the lionesses as well. She heard about a good number of them fooling around with other species of male during Scar's rule, seeking satisfaction elsewhere. Either way, they all had a wild story to tell and now she had her own.

Yelling out, she was torn from her thoughts but the sudden pleasure being forced into her all at once. Pumbaa had stopped humping and was now making one hard thrust after the other. He was snorting hard with every forward lunge of his body, eyes clenched and drool leaking from the sides of his mouth. If all of that wasn't enough of a clue, there was also the heavy pulsing of his cock and the hot spurts of precum, being expelled to make way for something else.

She couldn't take many more of these hard thrusts, having the thick meat surging all of itself inside at once, and that tip was poking and prodding at something deep within that forced out a desperate mewl. Her body shaking and being on the cusp of bliss, Nala was soon roaring from the next hard rut that came, her sex clenching down on Pumbaa's cock while her juices splashed out, coating it in her own enticing scent. That seemed to be just what he needed, holding tight and letting out a deep squealing sound, Pumbaa gave a final thrust that ended with him keeping his balls pressed to her rump, his legs shaking and his cock jerking before another rush came.

This time Nala could feel it from deep within, large volleys of spunk flooding her pussy at all once. Every throb and gush of hot fluid drew out her own climax, leaving her shaking and pulsing from the incredible feeling. If Simba hadn't gotten to her first, Nala was certain Pumbaa would have knocked her up first, that tip of his still twitching and unloading thick ropes that quickly became too much, filling up the passage and leaking the excess to dribble out from her spread folds. All the while, Pumbaa was still grunting through clenched teeth and panting hard, riding out his bliss that lasted for quite a while, likely draining all that had been backed up for a very long time...

When it was all over, Pumbaa led her to the watering hole. He was in a very good mood and offered to let her stay as long as needed. Nala was grateful but had a kingdom to return to. Though she did grow fond of the hot spring, deciding to at least return often enough just to relax in it. Even after cleaning herself up, the scent of the warthog still clung to her, not that it bothered the queen. She thanked Pumbaa and departed, wearing the smell of her latest fling proudly on her pelt. More than anything else, Nala was looking forward to her mate's reaction. Knowing him, Simba would likely ask for all the details...