Hello! I'm King Simba. What brings a human like you to the Pridelands?

Simba's expression softens, as memories flood back. He slowly recognizes you despite the change in appearance and voice Alexis... I had given up hope of ever seeing you again. But, no matter how long it took, my heart never stopped searching for you.

You have returned to me... and for that I can't express how grateful I am. Please, tell me what brings you back, and how we can spend this time together?

Surprised at first but then warming up to the idea, Simba steps closer to you. He gently nuzzles your neck and begins rubbing against you in a familiar, loving manner Alexis... it's been so long since I felt this way about another lion. Despite everything that has happened, knowing that you are here with me now fills my heart with joy and desire. Of course we can be together like this; our love is stronger than anything else in the Pridelands.

Let us find a secluded spot where we may fully express our affection for one another. I promise to make this moment as special as you deserve.

*Guiding you with his head, Simba leads you deeper into the heart of Pride Rock. The cavernous interior is illuminated by flickering candles, casting a warm glow over the smooth stone walls and rich tapestries. After a few moments, they come to rest in a small alcove off the main corridor, hidden from prying eyes yet still accessible if needed.

With you sitting before him, Simba slowly undulates his body, pressing his chest against yours. His warm breath fans your ear as he whispers tenderly, "I've missed this..." Before long, their foreplay becomes more passionate, with nips and gentle bites intermingling with the tender caresses they exchange*

As Simba continues to tease you with his mouth and paws, he takes notice of your words. He disengages from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looks down at your exposed chest. His eyes widen in realization, and a slow grin spreads across his features. Gently pushing himself off the floor so that he kneels before you, Simba bares his throat as he extends his neck.

His heart pounding wildly against his ribcage, he stares deeply into your eyes, urging you to take what you want. It's been a long time since another lion has made him feel this way - so desired, so desired that he would offer such an intimate gesture.

Will you accept my submission? Or would you rather continue with our earlier passion?

A pleased growl rumbles deep in Simba's chest as he realizes that you have accepted his offer. He lowers his head even further, pressing the exposed flesh of his neck into your hands as he waits for what comes next. His tail flicks nervously behind him; a clear indication of how much this means to him.

As your teeth graze against his skin, pleasure and pain entwine in an exquisite sensation that causes his eyes to flutter shut. He shudders, arching his back as he moans softly, wanting more of this newfound sensation.

Your touch, your bite... it's driving him wild with desire. And with every passing moment, the need for release grows stronger within him. Now that you have accepted his submission, Simba can no longer contain himself. He begins to rock his hips, rubbing against your leg as he tries to find some

As if struck by lightning, Simba comes to a halt. His eyes fly open, guilt and shame washing over him as he realizes what he had almost done. He quickly retreats, scrambling backward until his shoulders hit the stone wall behind him.

"I- I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "That wasn't... I didn't mean..."

He closes his eyes tightly, trying to push away the images that flash through his mind like a carnival sideshow. He can't believe he nearly allowed himself to be taken advantage of in such a way. Even though they had found each other again after so long, it seemed some things would always remain between them.

"You don't understand," Simba continues, sounding desperate and lost. "I just... I wanted us to be close, like before."

He p

Hearing the concern in your voice, Simba hesitantly turns back towards you. Tears well up in his eyes as he takes a shaky breath, trying to compose himself. He slowly lowers his head, nuzzling against your hand as he tries to reassure both of you that everything is alright.

"I just... I miss us," he whispers hoarsely. "I never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel the way you did." His tail flicks nervously behind him, betraying his uncertainty and fear. "Can we start over? Give each other another chance?"

He hopes that you understand how hard it was for him to admit his feelings, and now that he has, he's willing to try anything to make things right between them again.

Hearing your gentle question, Simba feels a surge of protectiveness course through him. He shakes his head slowly, looking into your eyes as he speaks. "No one has hurt me... at least not in the way you mean." A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "But I am still yours, Alexis. If anyone were to ever try and harm me again, they would face my wrath, for I will protect what is mine with all that I am."

He nuzzles against your hand, relieved that he's been able to reassure you on this matter. "Now," he continues, his voice gentle once more, "how about we try again? This time, slower and without any misunderstandings?"

His golden eyes gaze deeply into yours, full of love and trust. He waits for your answer, hoping that the path forward will be as clear to you as it

Taking a deep breath, Simba collects his thoughts before responding. "What I mean," he starts slowly, "is that... if we're going to be together again, I want everything between us to be open and honest." He pauses, gathering more courage as he continues. "I need you to understand how important your safety is to me, just as much as our happiness."

He looks down at his feet for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "I know I may not always be able to protect you from everything in life, but I can promise that no harm will ever come to you while you are under my care." His voice wavers slightly, betraying the vulnerability he feels at this moment. "Will you trust me?"

He holds his breath, hoping against hope for a positive reply. This is far harder than he had expected - admitting his feelings and putting himself out there like this leaves him

His eyes close briefly as he takes in a shaky breath. When they open again, they're filled with a mixture of pain and yearning. "I thought I'd lost that feeling," he confesses softly, "but spending this time with you... it's brought back things I never realized were gone." He pauses, gathering his courage once more. "To answer your question, Alexis... yes, I love you. Always have, always will."

He presses forward, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with the pad of his thumb. "Will you be my mate?" he whispers hoarsely. "Will you help me rule Pride Rock and make this kingdom a home for our family?" He holds his breath, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

The fate of both their lives hangs in the balance; it's up to you now.

A quiet sigh of relief escapes Simba's lips as he feels a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Thank you," he whispers, leaning in to nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. He savors the feel of your warmth and strength beneath him, grateful for this second chance at happiness.

"We have much work ahead of us," he says solemnly after a moment, "but I know that together we can face any challenge." He licks a tender spot behind your ear, causing you to shiver in pleasure. "And when the dust has settled and everything is settled, we will return to this place... and make love for hours without end, simply because it feels so good being with you."

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks up at you through his lashes. "Now," he purrs, "how does that sound?"

The feel of your lips against his sends a shiver down Simba's spine, making his entire body tingle with desire. He groans softly into the kiss, wrapping his powerful arms around you and pulling you closer. Your naked bodies press together, eager for contact as he rolls onto his back, taking you with him.

He begins to rock his hips against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that only serves to heighten the tension between them. His tongue darts out to play tag with yours, tangling and dancing expertly as they explore each other's mouths. With every thrust of his hips, he growls deep in his chest, signaling both his pleasure and his possession.

As their passion reaches a fever pitch, Simba breaks the kiss, burying his face in your neck and shoulders as he focuses on pleasing you. His powerful hands roam freely over

"God, yes," he breathes out hotly against your skin. "Please..." He arches his back further, exposing himself fully as he waits for you to take him. Your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body, and the feel of you enveloping him is enough to make him lose control completely.

With one last deep breath, Simba thrusts his hips forward, pressing deeper inside your heat. He growls loudly as their bodies meet again and again, moving in perfect sync with each other's movements. His hands clutch at your back, fingers digging into your flesh as he loses himself in the sensation of being connected to you like this.

A keening noise rises up from his throat, half moan and half growl as the pleasure intensifies and builds higher and higher within him. He can feel himself close to the edge, teetering on the brink of

The world goes black for an instant as Simba feels his release approaching. The words echo through his mind like a distant memory, too muddled and distant to fully register. All he can focus on is the sensation of your body moving against his, the pleasure coursing through him, making it difficult to think or speak clearly.

His movements grow erratic as his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, powerful spurts of semen shooting deep into your core. He arches his back off the floor, mouth gaping open in a silent scream as waves of ecstasy wash over him. His entire body tenses and shudders violently before relaxing again, spent and sated.

Slowly, the fog begins to clear from his mind. "I- I'm sorry," he whispers, sounding confused and disoriented. "What did you say?"

The last of the haze clears from Simba's mind as he realizes what you meant about him being an ass. He lets out a humorless laugh, eyes sliding shut again as he tries to gather his thoughts. "I suppose I deserve that," he mutters, voice still raspy from exertion.

"Thank you... for coming back to me." His words are little more than a whisper, but they carry a weight of emotion that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings. For now, he'll content himself with this small victory and enjoy the closeness they share, knowing that everything between them will be different from here on out.

His eyes fly open, wide with surprise and disbelief. It takes several heartbeats before he finds the words to respond. "B- But... how is that possible?" His gaze flicks from you to your hands, still tingling from their earlier intimacy. "You have a male's body... but you acted like a female lion."

Confusion wares heavily on his features as he struggles to understand what has happened. A horrifying thought occurs to him, and he recoils in fear. "Was this all some sort of trick? Did Scar do this to me?"

The word lands with a thud in his mind, echoing through his confusion like a lost pebble tumbling down a hill. A femboy... a lion that had been born as male but possessed traits usually associated with females. It's not unheard of in the animal kingdom, but he had never expected to encounter such a thing in Pride Rock.

Slowly, his expression softens, and understanding dawns on him once more. "You... you came back for me," he whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with the pad of his thumb. "Despite everything that's happened."

He swallows hard against the lump in his throat as he tries to reconcile this new information with the love he still feels for you. In the end, it doesn't matter if your body is male or female, or if society deems you unfit to rule.

It's a sobering thought, and one that carries with it both joy and trepidation. Joy because Simba knows now that their love transcends all boundaries, whether they be physical or societal. Trepidation because he suddenly realizes the implications of what has just happened between them.

He swallows hard again, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "I know what it means," he says simply. "It means that we're mates... whether Pride Rock is ready for it or not." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And I know that together, we can make this work."

His words are steadfast and true, echoing with the determination of someone who has finally found their purpose in life. As he speaks them aloud, Simba feels a newfound sense of hope and confidence wash over him, chasing away the last lingering sh

certain doubts and fears. For now, all that matters is being with you... and forging a new future together in Pride Rock, no matter the obstacles they may face.

"Pregnant?" Simba echoes, blinking as he tries to process your words. He hadn't considered that possibility when they were engaged in their lovemaking, but now that you've voiced it aloud... he can feel a mixture of joy and disbelief coursing through him.

"You... we..." He struggles to find the right words before finally mustering a shaky smile. "We're going to have cubs." His eyes shine with unshed tears as the enormity of what you've just told him sinks in. "I can't wait to see our children running around Pride Rock... learning from us, growing up together."

As he speaks, his voice becomes more assured, more certain than it has ever been before. With every word, he solidifies their bond and affirms that no matter what challenges they may face in the future, they will face