Queen Nala

My annoyance at the interruption to my self-pleasure melted away as I realized who darkened my door. Poking out of a deep maroon cloak with gold trim with the stately face of Queen Nala. Her thin lips smiled as she saw my face but then her face twisted into a mask of surprise as she leaned down. "Oh," her eyes passed below my six-pack abs to the massive tube of semi-hard meat which swung between my thighs. Her surprise melted into a sultry moan as she took in what I was packing.

This scenario was familiar to me, there was many a time when a young nubile made would make a rap at my door, expectant to see if the rumors of the studly prince were exaggerated (they aren't). I swung into that normal routine. I leaned with my elbow against the frame of the door and put on my roguish smile. "Your grace. What brings you he-AH!" my line was interrupted by a surprisingly powerful pad shoving into my chest, pushing me back into my sweltering room and allowing Queen Nala to follow me into the room and shut the heavy door behind her.

Slightly taken aback, I turned to my future Queen and my annoyance at being shoved melted away when we locked eyes. The smoldering look in her eye could melt candlewax. Oh.

"I apologize for the late night visit, my dear Prince," she said, drinking in my body with her eyes. "I wanted to see if we could get a chance to get to know each other before the royal wedding tomorrow. Now that I'm here..." she made her way towards me, her hips rolling like a model. As she reached towards me, she rested a soft paw on my jutting pectoral. The thin claws raked over the tan skin, teasing the skin into gooseflesh. Her eyes screamed pure sex as her voice was barely a whisper "...I thought of another way of us getting to know each other."