“Ahhh, what a beautiful morning! I daresay, the sun is ever-so-lovely upon my bosom!” echoed the curvaceous princess as she happily basked atop her majestic bed, her open window bathing her in warm, golden sunlight. Her morning monologue met only her own ears as she stretched her arms high above her head, puffing her magnificent, naked chest upward in the process. Her chocolate brown fur bristled happily as she let out a squeak of delight mid-stretch, and as her form relaxed, a gentle rap echoed from behind her door. “Who is it?” she called in a singsong tone. “The Lord of the Reins,” a youthful, masculine voice called back sarcastically. “Come now, Lyrah. Father’s going to be most cross with you if you’re late.” Lyrah’s ears drooped as she looked up to the ceiling with disdain. “I’ll be up when I’m good and ready, Soren!” she called back much more sharply. “Such is not wise,” the voice returned, and without warning her door swung open just enough for the male bovine to slip inside, the door closing behind him. Slate gray fur covered him from head to hoof, while a royal purple robe obscured much of his body. His horns were not nearly so long as his father’s, but he appeared no less muscular. A devilish twinkle was plainly displayed in his azure eyes as he shamelessly took in the sight of his naked sister. “You know how rare it is for him to send me here.” Lyrah’s eyes shot open wide with anger as she quickly flung one of her bed sheets over her naked body. “Not nearly rare enough!” she cocked back. “But you barge in more often than even he does!” Soren shrugged casually and continued to approach his sister. “Come now, aren’t twins supposed to share everything?” Lyrah swallowed hard, her gaze flitting briefly to the faint tent beneath his robes and back to his face. “You’ll make me even later than I already am,” she persisted. “Then maybe I lied,” he teased, his tail swishing to and fro behind him in quiet excitement the longer he stared at her. “You know father would make any exception for us both if we simply asked him.” The princess bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeply. “S-so he would,” she admitted. Slowly, Lyrah rose from her bed, taking her sheets with her, until she stood tall before her brother. She was a good three inches taller than he was, though the pair were fairly equally-matched when it came to the tournaments. “Maybe… maybe just for a few moments,” she conceded, one hand slowly reaching out to slip between the part in his robes to wrap her thick fingers around something *much* thicker. Soren inhaled softly as he felt his sister grasp him, his smile turning much warmer as he moved in to embrace her, his hands moving softly up and down her bare back. “You know I’d do anything you want, sister,” he whispered into her ear before giving it the softest nibble. Lyrah flinched visibly as a shock of pleasure shot down her spine, followed by a high-pitched giggle. “Mmmh… well… the sun is lovely this morn,” she purred as her hand casually let her sheet fall to the floor, revealing her completely naked body before her excitable brother. “So it is,” he returned breathlessly, leaning back just enough to look down at his sister’s lovely, plump bosom. A knowing smile crossed his face before he lurched forward, planting a deep kiss on Lyrah’s lips as his hands dropped straight to her naked rump. With barely a grunt, Soren swept Lyrah off her hooves to hold her tight to his chest. Lyrah moaned happily into the kiss as she threw her legs hungrily around him. Kiss after kiss kept the siblings enmeshed with one another as Soren carefully turned and walked the both of them out onto Lyrah’s stone balcony. The lifegiving sunlight warmed their furred bodies wonderfully as Soren set his sister down again, though Lyrah was the one to break their kiss and take a step back from her brother. A shy smile crossed her face as she let him look her up and down properly for a long moment. “I think you owe me some equality, brother.” “Indeed,” he agreed, and with a flick of his wrist his robes gave and fell to the stone floor, revealing him to be completely naked himself. Powerful muscles adorned his broad chest and shoulders, and his arms and legs proved no less capable in function and form alike. Much like his father, he was at the peak of his physical capabilities, though nineteen years was far too short a time to garner nearly the scars the King had. The libido, however… well, his throbbing erection, coupled with the drop of precum that drooled from its tapered tip, told Lyrah all she needed to know. Lyrah, too, took her time to look him over hungrily. A warm flush could be seen from her cheeks down to her soft belly, until suddenly the female bovine whirled around to present him her bare posterior. Slowly, purposefully, she bent herself over at the waist until she had a firm grip on the stone railing of the balcony, leaving her heavy bosom to swing almost vertical as she shifted her weight from one thick leg to the other. Her head turned to half-look at her brother from one side, shooting him a coy grin. “Well? You waste precious sunlight, Soren.” It took the young male several moments to break from his hypnotized reverie, but as soon as it broke, his hands clamped down tight upon his sister’s hips. “Waste? I wouldn’t dare,” he breathed as his tapered tip suddenly pressed itself between Lyrah’s thick thighs. A gentle grunt escaped him as he somewhat gruffly pushed his tool between their plush softness, his tip trailing precum as it slid so far between them to gently prod against the underside of Lyrah’s belly. “Every moment is to be cherished, Lyrah,” he added as he hunched himself over her back, his hips drawing back to drag his heated shaft skillfully along the folds of her bare quim, stopping only when his tip found itself pressed tightly to her thoroughly soaked folds. “Mmm… someone was hoping I’d come by this morn,” he dared to suggest. Lyrah had to stifle a moan of delight, her gaze overlooking the balcony to the royal gardens two stories below. Several servants were already milling about and tending to the flowers, though none had noticed the naked Lyrah just yet. “You are too bold,” she denied, biting her lip harder as her brother’s heated length pressured her all the more. “I would *never* be a slave to my own brother’s body… not in a million years.” Her hips continued to sway just a little bit, her plush cheeks squeezing about his shaft as her tail dared to swish down and gingerly brush her brother’s heavy, fertile balls. A shaky groan couldn’t help but escape Soren as he hunched even further over her. Both hands ran slowly, intimately along her flanks and down to her belly, then slowly traced up her body to each firmly cup one of her massive, hanging breasts. “You are no slave,” he agreed. “But I remind you who first approached *me* for our first romp as my ‘birthday present’.” His thick fingers worked over Lyrah’s chest skillfully as two fingers from each hand moved in to gingerly pinch her thick, dark-colored nipples. Lyrah’s eyes screwed shut as her head dropped, her body fighting back more moans as the heat of pleasure swelled within her nethers. He knew each and every button to press… which, after over a year of their trysts, he’d better. “*Our* birthday present,” she corrected. “And s-so what? Does that make it… impossible for me to… succumb to your charms?” “Mmh… perhaps not,” he admitted, his fingers pulling firmly on her tits as he dared push just the tapered tip of his tool into her dripping flower. “But all it would take is a word… and my actions would cease for eternity.” Lyrah nearly cried out in sheer pleasure as her body trembled beneath him. A powerful wave of wonderful heat struck her form as her knees quaked in quiet climax, her horns clicking against the stone railing as she struggled to brace herself further. Indeed, only one word left her lips, but not the one he suggested. “... Never…!” It was all the more Prince Soren needed to hear. It took all of his self-control not to simply plunge himself within his sister’s vibrating depths, instead pushing inch after inch of himself inside her as slowly as he possibly could. Each inch seemed thicker than the last, until his wide, swollen base had stretched her accommodating nether lips to their limit, while his heavy balls squished tightly against her thighs. Her tail remained firmly wrapped around said balls as well, squeezing all the more as he held himself buried in her depths for several long, blissful moments. Prince Soren held his breath as he drank in every sensation his sister granted his body, until finally he let out a heavy exhale and drew himself just a few inches back, his cock twitching in excitement. Lyrah fought so very hard not to let out a bellowing moo of joy… though her battle was not a winning one. Suddenly she felt her brother thrust back into her, burying himself to the hilt and shooting even more blissful shocks through her curvy form, and in turn that moo burst forth uncontrollably from her lips and out over the gardens far below. Lyrah pressed her naked back up against her brother’s bare chest as he began a swift, purposeful rhythm of thrusting in and out of her aching cunny, her breasts bouncing only so far while Soren yet squeezed them tight. The sensory overload was almost too much for her to handle, and like music, her moans rang out in swift succession over the royal grounds… which were mostly ignored by the seasoned staff. Soren gasped and groaned to add his own tune to his sister’s delight. Each thrust seemed to grow faster than the last as his precum flowed freely to mix with Lyrah’s copious amounts of nectar. His thrusts grew wetter and wetter, each smack echoing forth more decisively than the last. His thrusts quickly grew shorter and shorter, but no less deep, until he was practically vibrating himself deep inside his own sister. “Lyrah… I think I can’t… hold back…!” he was just barely able to rasp. “DO IT!” Lyrah moaned lustfully, jerking her head backward to wordlessly beg for her brother’s lips. She was quickly met with another hungry kiss, her hips jerking backwards to meet his powerful thrusts down to the very last. Her plump ass acted as the perfect seal to meet with her brother’s hips, the princess forcibly grinding herself against him as her second climax tore through every fiber of her being with almost blinding pleasure. Right in time with her, Soren’s knees quaked as his cock erupted with his thick, sticky cum, flooding his sister’s nethers with burst after burst of his lustful, lifegiving seed. It took all of his strength not to collapse atop her, though to his good fortune as the bursts subsided, his strength quickly returned. Their kiss broke with heavy breathing as he slowly pried himself away from Lyrah, his cock pulling back to let a small waterfall of his expended cum trickle down the matted fur of her inner thighs. Lyrah let out a lustful giggle as she shakily straightened herself before turning to face him properly. Her arms wrapped around her brother in a tender embrace as she pressed a loving kiss to his lips, her hands running through his thick mane before parting once more. “You are too much, Soren,” she purred affectionately. “I do hope to see you this evening before I fall asleep as well, yes?” Soren nodded with a dreamy smile on his face, his tool slowly softening as he scooped up his robe and tossed it back over his shoulders. “You wouldn’t dare doubt my devotion, would you, sister?” he teased back, pressing a final kiss to her lips. With a tender stroke of her cheek, the young bull turned and slowly slipped out of her room, only throwing a wink over his shoulder before shutting her door behind him.