Kion looked at Kiara.

Kiara looked at Kion.

“Oh, now?” Kion asked.

“Yes, now!” Kiara exclaimed, batting his muzzle. “You feel plenty ready.” 

Kion blushed, his maleness was pressed hard into Kiara’s lower belly. There was no hiding it. Kiara reached between them, taking it in her paw. Stroking it. Listening to the little sounds Kion made for her. 

“You wanna put this inside me, Kion?” She teased in his ear, pulling him against her with her hindlegs. Making him thrust into her paw. 

Kion’s response was a wordless mess that made Kiara giggle. Fuli hadn’t teased him like this! Their coupling had been quick, passionate, and primal. “Shut up and keep fucking me” was the only dialogue Kion could recall between them. Which had been plenty hot in its own way, but nothing like this targeted teasing Kiara was delivering.

He was glad he’d already cum twice recently, because he wasn’t far off a third release.

“Mmm, yeah, you want it,” Kiara cooed, licking his lips. She pushed him and he stepped backwards in a daze, watching his sister roll onto her belly in front of him. His mind could hardly process that this was reality. It was like nothing he’d ever imagined, as she gyrated for him in need. Pushing her head into the stone floor. Rolling on it. Marking it with her scent, saying “Here. Here is where my lion will take me,” until at last she came to a rest on her stomach, and lifted her tail before his face.

His muzzle was under her tail before he could think. The words Kiara was about to say died in a gasp of “oh!!” as he pushed his tongue to her swollen black-ringed slit. It was tangy, musky. Hints of salt and acid caressed his tongue. He wrapped his paws around her hips, pulling her back against himself forcefully, almost lifting her rump into the air to better taste it.

“Oh, Kion… That’s good! Don’t stop… rrr… doing that!” 

Kion didn’t want to stop, and he didn’t. He finally had what his primal male mind wanted: Kiara’s heat literally on his face. Nothing else seemed to matter but pleasuring her. Preparing her. Getting her ready to breed.

What would have once seemed disgusting now seemed inevitable. His nose pushed her tail higher, tongue exploring between her legs, listening to her pleasured gasps. Washing her from the base of her slit to her exposed, pink tailhole. Pushing against her holes in turn. Teasing them, letting the spines of his tongue rise a little to pull on flesh. Just enough to make Kiara squeal. 

“K-Kion! I didn’t know you… ohh!!! That’s so good!” Kiara’s claws were digging at the stone floor, making marks on it, eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting Kion have his way with her raised hind end. Kion’s tongue pushed, gathering her heated taste from inside her slit before slipping up, pushing and teasing her own juices into her ass. Lapping in a circle and then back down for more.

“Oh fuck. Do that again. Oh kings!” Kion growled, settling Kiara’s weight easily over his shoulder and pushing his tongue deeper, this time. He could feel her body respond. She was tightening around him. Clenching, but he pushed anyway, forcing his tongue deeper before once again raising it to her ass.

Kiara came so hard and so suddenly that he almost dropped her. She arched, forcing him to pull her back to himself before she unbalanced them both. She roared, the sound echoing in the cave so loud he couldn’t imagine the whole savannah wouldn’t hear. Her tail lashed, wapping him in the face, but he held on and kept licking until Kiara whimpered “Okay… okay… okay… stop, Kion. Oh fuck, oh Kings… Stopstopstop.”

Kion lowered himself, and Kiara collapsed onto the floor, laying flat with her legs spread almost comically. He smiled and nipped her flank. “Good?”

Kiara gave him a look he couldn’t quite interpret. “Where in Africa did you learn that?”

“Same place I learned this,” Kion growled, putting his paw under her rump and lifting it again. He felt strong. Powerful. He barely felt the weight as he pulled her onto her hindlegs. She looked at him as he covered her, eyes wide with emotions he couldn’t put a name on. He didn’t need to. He pressed to her, letting her feel his need against her. Pushed so his length spread her pussy, his tip dripping on her ass. Marking the underside of her tail. 

“You’re mine, Kiara” he rumbled, looking her square in the eyes.

“I’m yours, Kion,” she whispered, looking back at him.

Kion pushed again and Kiara moaned, feeling as he positioned himself, his legs pressed tight to her rump. He put a paw on her nape, pinning it to the ground. Kiara’s mouth opened in a silent “oh”. He put his other paw on hers. Holding it. Pinning it. Then he pulled back just the slightest amount, the tip of his cock sliding through her fur until it came to rest on her lioness.

“You. Are. Mine,” He growled once more, leaning forward and biting at Kiara’s cheek. He felt her shivering beneath him. 

“Kion… I’m yours. All yours.” Her paw moved under his. Spreading, so his pawtoes interlaced with hers. “Take me, King,” she moaned. 

He did.

It was amazing the difference a few scant inches of closeness made. It was such a small motion, entering her; yet it felt like he had entered an entirely new world. Intimacy such as this hadn’t existed for him before that moment, but in this new world he breathed it like oxygen.

Kion pressed until his sheath was pulled back by Kiara’s spread vulva and held there, his hips pressed flush to Kiara’s. His back rested along the length of her body, close enough to feel the flutter as her breathing increased with the pounding of her heart. She tensed and relaxed all at once, a symphony of scents he had never tasted before rose from under her fur, mixing with the familiar scent of her sweat and heat.

They were one.

He didn’t thrust all at once. Something held him back. Where Fuli had simply needed him to rut her, he sensed this was not at all the same. Worlds apart. He licked Kiara’s cheek, moving in small motions from foot to foot. Holding himself fully within, but moving laterally, as if exploring the connection of their bodies fur by fur.

“Kion?” Kiara said at last, her breath steadying. He moved his paw from her nape, grooming her from cheek to ear. Feeling her forepaw clenching on his.

“Yes?” he responded, squeezing back.

“Will you breed me, please?” Kiara whispered.

Kion shuddered, biting gently on her ear. 

And thrust.

Kiara’s eyes opened, then rolled back and closed again. She gasped a long “ooohhh” as if she had been holding her breath the entire time. 

“You will have my cubs,” Kion growled roughly in her ear, giving another thrust.

“Yes, my king!” Kiara gasped back. 

“You will be my queen,” Kion thrust again. And again. 

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck, yes! Kion, I’m your queen! Oh please, oh please, OH!” Kiara clenched her paw tight on his, a keening groan escaping through her teeth. Kion could feel her squeezing on his shaft. Cumming for him so hard he stopped thrusting for a moment, held deep inside his lover’s golden body. Only when she relaxed again did he continue thrusting, her body hot and liquid against his like honey in the heat of the sun.

“I’m going to make you cum so many times today,” Kion growled to her, his free paw now sliding under her waist. Sliding along her stiff nipples. His thrusts increased, knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer. 

“Do it, Kion,” Kiara whispered up to him. “Do it, my king… Let it go. Don’t hesitate. Take me. I want your essence in me. Ohhhh, yes! Faster, like that, Kion! Oh, I can tell you’re getting close!”

Kion huffed, grabbing Kiara’s nape in his teeth, tugging by instinct. Pulling her back against him. His barbs were flaring, and suddenly the pleasure within her changed, growing and expanding until he felt like they were one body.

Kiara pushed back subtly, lifting her rump. Grinding back against him. 

“Ahhhhhh! Ah, fill me… All of it… Just like you sprayed on me earlier. Empty inside me, Kion. A whole litter. A whole pride of your cubs. Fucking cum inside me! Oh Kings… G-gonna…”

This time, Kion was ready as he felt Kiara clenching around him. He wanted badly to respond. Wanted to tell her he would be her King forever. That they would live together, grow old together, raise cubs. That they would fight their enemies together, defend their lands together, mate every season and grow a pride… 

And he said it with a roar. Kiara’s voice joined his, echoing his promises until the cave vibrated with their love.

He held himself within her as she clenched around him, letting spurt after spurt of his seed fill her body. Emptying himself as if nothing else could ever matter. Living in the space they had made, where reality was just the two of them; and always would be.

Kion lay over his lioness, gasping for breath, his mind an infinity away until some subtle shift of Kiara’s body brought him back. A relaxation that ran through her whole body so pervasively that it felt like she shrunk beneath him as she exhaled her breath in a long, happy sigh. A small part of Kion’s brain realized she had only just stopped cumming herself, and he smiled, licking the back of her neck softly.

Fulfillment coursed through his body like he’d never felt before. Thick, warm, and omnipresent like the embrace of the sun. He took a deep breath, inhaling the musk of the cave, now rich with the scent of their sex. Had the scents smelled so amazing before? So alive with nuance? Everything seemed perfect, suddenly. He gave Kiara’s nape another lick and stepped back, filled with the confidence that no matter what would happen–no matter what could happen–he was and would always be filled with love for his sister, and she for him, which was precisely when she turned and smacked him in the face.

“Ow!!!” Kion gasped, grabbing his cheek. “Kiara! What the hell!?”

“Hehehehe,” Kiara giggled, rolling over and wriggling in front of her flummoxed brother. 

“That hurt!” Kion grumbled.

“I win!” Kiara giggled. “I play’ smackatheking, an’ I won… Winner!” Kion shook his head, a smile coming to his face despite the fading sting. It really hadn’t hurt that bad.

“What’s wrong with you?” he laughed back at Kiara, caught between concern and amusement.

“What’s right with me, you mean? I’ll show ya. Shhhhh.” Kiara put her paws to her muzzle as if signaling for silence. Then she giggled and reached the paw down between her own legs, smearing her pad over herself and lifting it, showing Kion his own dripping mess. She waved it a little, as if unsure he had seen it, then turned the paw to look at it herself.

“Icky. Icky yum,” she stated seriously, then giggled and began licking her paw.

“You’re sex-drunk!” Kion burst out laughing, realizing at last what was going on. 

“Your dick is sex-drunk,” Kiara countered sternly over her paw. “An’ big. An’ sexy. Purr.” She continued grooming her paw, writhing back and forth in a small serpentine pattern on the cave floor, leaving a puddle of smeared seed beneath her.

“You just said the word ‘purr’ out loud,” Kion laughed.

“So did you!” Kiara giggled. “I heard it. Mhmm. ‘Purr’.”

“Okay. Alright. Come here, you dorkapotamus,” Kion chuckled, sliding up along Kiara and hugging her to himself. He had heard of this, but only in contexts that made him think it was a juvenile myth. Some young lion’s idea of a lioness’ inevitable reaction to their self-imagined studliness. Even when his dad had taken him aside and explained how sex worked, he’d made no mention of… this. Or getting slapped, for that matter.

But it was alright. It was all alright. As he held Kiara in his arms and sleepiness began to gather behind his eyes, he knew that was the truth in a deep place that had never held such a feeling. Not when he learned about The Roar, not when he had defended the Pride Lands, not when he was with Fuli. 

“You can smack me as many times as you want. I’ll still love you,” Kion murred in Kiara’s ear. She rumbled a pleased response and pushed back against him, grinding her rump between his legs in their lying position.

“You can smack me,” she giggled.

“Haha, okay, sis,”

“In the pussy.”

“Yeah, I—”

“With your penis.”

Kion laughed silently, body shaking against his sister’s. “‘Till the Pride Lands end,” he murmured in her ear, hearing a quiet chuff of happiness in response.

And they slept.