They didn’t have to be here. That was the first thing that stuck in Kovu’s mind as they crossed the border into the Outlands. An uneasy feeling of requirement from his cubhood remained. An anchor without a ship. A weight that had long been cast off, but would always remain in his memories.

They didn’t have to be here, but this is where he wanted to be now. Chose to be. 

His sister ran on ahead, all snarky grins and furtive tail-swishes. She always had more of a connection to these lands than he did. He doesn’t mind letting her take the lead, though. The view is far better, that way.

The Outlands were never a beautiful place, but they were home, once, and that carries a certain meaningfulness. A time when everything he knew was right here. But even then he had known there was only one spot of beauty in these lands, and now that he was here with Vitani, that hadn’t changed.

“C’mon, c’mon!” She encouraged him, slowing for just a moment at the top of a rise. “Gods, being king-junior has made you Pridelander soft!”

“I’ll show YOU Pridelander soft!” Kovu threatened with a grin, leaping forward in play-assault. Vitani didn’t dodge, allowing Kovu to land with a paw wrapped around her.

“Mm, I hope so,” she purred, shrugging from his grasp. Her teasing was unfounded and they both knew it. Sure, living among the Pridelanders was entirely different than how they had grown up, but the duties of being a male in a large pride were many and rigorous. He had filled out in the last year. His slim, fighting frame replaced with a bulk that would give any lion second thoughts about fighting him in the first place. He no longer looked small next to Simba, and this had not been lost on the lionesses, Vitani included.

The extra attention had created some strain between himself and Kiara, who was not yet willing to see his romantic attentions shared. He was not king, yet, as she was quick to reminded him. Traditionally, as a grown pride male he was allowed to mate with any lioness who approached him. At first, that had not been an issue. No one was interested in stepping between the pride’s only princess and her frightening Outlander mate. As he had become more attractive to the Pridelanders, however, Kiara found herself spending more and more time intercepting would-be suitors, and Kovu found his will power slipping.

Even Simba said his daughter’s expectations were unfair. A lion could only refuse so many heated lionesses before going mad, and that number wasn’t very high in the king’s opinion. But Simba had learned much raising Kiara, and refused to intervene. Kovu’s problems were Kovu’s. 

Was that why he was here now? Perhaps he finally had gone mad after all.

“Of course you’re mad. You’ve always been crazy.”

Kovu started. He hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud. He shook his mane, watching how it caught Vitani’s attention. The attentions of a female, not a sister. It put a grin on his face.

“Mad enough to come out here with you.”

“Mad enough for a lot more than that…”

Vitani strode forward. She had always been so confident. So strong. Only Kovu would have noticed the faint question in her steps.

“Kiara…”

“Is gonna have to give you up sooner or later. She knows it, she’s just a selfish bitch.”

“Vitani!”

“What? You know she is! She knows she is! Every fucking lioness in the pride trying to jump your bones knows she is! It’s not personal, it’s just… She has something special and she wants it to herself. I get that.”

“And you?” Kovu raised a brow as Vitani circled him, brushing along his fur.

“Oh I’ve always had ya,” Vitani grinned, reaching in to kiss his neck. A sign of affection so forbidden in their upbringing it still felt taboo. “I just let her borrow you for a little while.”

Their lips met. He hadn’t intended to start like this, but all other ideas were swept away the instant their muzzles met. Vitani’s muzzle parted, and his tongue slid into her mouth, caressing over her lips and teeth. Pressing playfully against her tongue. Exploring as they hadn’t since they were teens. 

Kiara, the Pridelanders, his responsibilities… They all slipped away. Only one thought was left in his mind-- “Why did I wait so long?”

“Fuck me, Kovu,” Vitani gasped, redoubling her kissing. The words were spoken so quickly he thought he might have imagined it. She pushed against his muzzle, her teeth clicking against his own. Her intensity made him take a step back, but he dug in his paws and stood his ground. She finally broke the kiss, her violet eyes glinting.

“Aren’t we going to--?”

“Fuck the den. I want you here. Now!”

Kovu could feel his heart hammering against his rib cage as Vitani turned. He was hard already. So hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. His fur was on fire, his whole body thrumming with desire.

Vitani lowered herself before him, her tail lifted in invitation. He had one chance to say no.

He let it pass, taking a bold step forward and pressing his nose under his sister’s tail. Breathing in her scent. She wasn’t on heat. It was coming, he could taste it in the air, but it would be days before it came to bloom. This was simple desire. A gift borne of love that few lionesses gave, and few lions received. Vitani didn’t need him right now. She wanted him.

“Kovu…” Vitani muttered, tail lifting higher. He reached out his tongue, exploring the dark ring of her pussy from bottom to top. He had some experience with this, and he lingered, finding the button of her clitoris and teasing it. 

“Oh shit! I wish you had learned how to do that when we were cubs!” Kovu growled against her, smacking her rump in playful admonition. Vitani gasped, pressing back and letting him have his way with his tongue. Only when he could sense his sister’s breath deepening, and could see her rising on her toes with each lick did he pull back.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” he growled above her.

“So do it anyway?” Vitani grinned at him. She lowered her head to the earth, shaking her tail.

“So do it anyway,” Kovu agreed, stepping over her.

“Don’t go slow,” Vitani breathed as her brother mounted her. “Get that giant cock of yours inside. Make me yours, brother.”

Kovu took Vitani’s nape in his teeth, grinding himself into her soft rumpfur for just a moment until he found his mark. Vitani gasped as he gave her what she had asked for. He didn’t go easy. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t worry about a thing except giving his sister the fucking she had begged him for.

She was much tighter than he was prepared for. Kiara didn’t enjoy mating outside of heat, so the sensations were new, strange, and pleasurable. It was different too from the tightness of anal sex, which Kiara did allow on occasion. The tightness gripped his cock all along its length. Tightening and relaxing by turns, Vitani’s own fluids lubricating his entry. 

“Ohhh. Do you like that, Brother?” Vitani growled, a wide grin on her muzzle.

“Shit, it’s like… like…”

“Like when we were cubs?” Vitani supplied, and Kovu nodded, allowing the forbidden memories to surface. “Like filling me when I was a little… mfff… kit?” 

Kovu growls around Vitani’s nape, her dirty talk ending in an excited gasp. She may be tight, but he’s determined. The lion’s muscles flex as he drives himself deeper and deeper into his sister until she can take no more. He holds her, trembling and mewling under him, his passion driving him to thrust until his balls smack against her rump.

“Yes… yes… Kovu! Yes!”

“I’m… I’m, gonna…”

“Cum inside me, Kovu! Fill me up! Don’t stop, just cum!”

Kovu thrusts, his sheath kissing his sister’s spread pussy as he lets himself go. He’s been so pent up, so desperate, and he lets all of that go to the gasping encouragement of his sister. For a long moment, guided by primal instinct, the two lions exist in a world of pure passion where the cares of the world have no place.

Kovu didn’t even remember when they separated. He found himself laying on his back, Vitani resting her head against his chest mane.

“My face hurts, did you smack me?”

“Fuck yeah, I smacked you,” Vitani laughs back. Kovu rolls his eyes, tracking the position of the sun. Not much time has passed.

“You look so good with that first scar. Why stop there? Oof!” Kovu stands to his feet, dumping Vitani on the ground, who takes it as the perfect opportunity to scratch her back against the rough Outland dirt. Kovu can’t help stealing a glance down between her spread legs, pearly spots of his own cum dripping from inside her.

Vitani notices his haze and reaches down, placing a spread paw over herself for a moment in false modesty before lifting her paw away, strand of cum dangling from her pawpads. As Kovu watches she raises the paw to her muzzle, licking it clean strand by strand. He licks his lips, feeling his sheath stir.

He looks around, taking in their surroundings. They aren’t far from the border. In fact, they’re up on a small rise. Anyone walking by would surely have seen them. But no one has, and it reminds him of how he used to be. Fearless. Bold. Ready to take what he wanted or needed at any moment.

“Mmm, that’s my Outlander king,” Vitani purrs, rolling to her feet. Kovu purrs as she rubs against him, sharing his fearlessness through affection as he surveys the land around him as if standing on his very own Pride Rock.

“C’mon, we should still see if the den is still there.”

Kovu followed, their path shared without words. Things had changed in the last year, but not much. They knew exactly where they were going, the paths embedded in memory from their earliest days.

“You think anyone lives out here?”

“All I hear is the same stories you do,” Kovu shrugged, keeping an eye out just in case. The state of the Outlands was an ongoing meme amongst the Pridelands lioness. Unnecessarily so, given its proximity. Nevertheless, stories persisted, and lionesses were nothing if not gifted gossips. One day it was “Zira survived!” and the next “Not all the Outlanders left!” or “Simba’s raising a secret second pride of warriors, just in case!”

Some were more believable than others.

Still, it was true. Not all the Outlanders had joined Simba’s Pride, and not all who had joined had stayed. It was not a smooth integration process, and no one had expected it to be. Could those lionesses be living here in the Outlands? While Kovu found it hard to believe anyone would come back here to live, but it was the only life many of them had known. It was possible.

“Well, if they do, they’re gonna get an eyeful,” Vitani chuckled; as usual, irrepressible. 

“Oh you think so, huh?” Kovu shot back, eyeing the old termite mounds that marked the den. They had moved slightly, he noticed, monuments to generations of termite industry. 

“I know so!” Vitani grinned, lifting her tail as she walked. Kovu licked his lips at the sight of her messy undertail. She was right. A whole watching pride probably wouldn’t stop him from fucking her again right now.

It took them an extra moment to find the den entrance amid the shifting landscape, but find it they did.

“It seems really empty with no one here.”

“Yeah, remember how busy it was when everyone was home?”

“Or when mom was giving one of her speeches?”

“Yeah…” They looked around, then spit on the floor simultaneously in memory.

“Well, anyway. Wanna go fuck in mom’s old spot?”

“That’s disgusting, ‘Tani!”

““So do it anyway?”

“So do it anyway!” Kovu grinned, following his sister as she wended around their old cave, past the promenade, past his old “throne”, such as it was. The cave split, and both lions slowed together. Old instincts to not disturb mother at any cost rising in both of them. But Zira was long gone, and neither was eager to miss this chance to disface whatever they might of her legacy. As one, they took the left fork, stepping into the forbidden chamber.

“Wow…”

The room was now just a room, but the walls were scratched from top to bottom. Ragged and criss-crossed, testifying to the rages they had witnessed.  Bones still lay piled in a corner, long picked over by termites, and a scent both lions had nearly forgotten.

“You smell that?” Vitani murmured.

“Yeah,” Kovu nodded, looking around. “I almost never came in here. It didn’t look like this last time.”

“Me either,” Vitani agreed. “She was fucked up. It was only getting worse.”

“Yeah.”

“I know what this place needs!” Vitani stepped into the middle of the room, faced Kovu and lifted her tail. Before he could say a word, her marking splattered the walls, instantly killing whatever ghost of Zira’s scent remained.

“Gods! Vitani!” Kovu threw an arm up to shield himself from the spray in the enclosed area. Vitani laughed, and her laughter was contagious. Kovu joined her, the tensions of the situation slipping away, if only a little.

“C’mon! Give it a go!”

“No! You’re disgusting, I thought you wanted to--”

“Maybe I like your scent, ever think of that, Tail-For-Brains?” 

Kovu watched for a second, but she wasn’t joking. With a sigh, he lifted his tail, splashing marking of his own across the opposite wall, and they laughed together. She was right, it was cathartic. 

“Mmmrr, that’s better,” Vitani purred, stepping closer, nuzzling against his chin. “Smells like my big brother, now.” His heart hammered, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the heady scent of their combined marking in this tight space.

Her lips met his, her paw travelling along his chest, intertwining with his mane. “We’re gonna make this place all ours.”

“Planning for the future?” Kovu growled, returning his sister’s kisses with his own. He stepped forward and she let him press against her. Pushing her until she sat upright, held in place only by his paw.

“Whenever you need a real fucking, you’ll have me,” Vitani growled and Kovu didn’t argue. With one strong paw behind her back, Kovu lowered his sister to the floor onto her back. She purred up at him, eyes glinting in the darkness. Without a word, she lifted her hindlegs, and Kovu stepped forward, his strong thighs curving her body to him.

He thrust, and her moan filled the cave, echoing into the hall beyond, amplifying through the old hallways. She was still wet, and he had no trouble sliding himself deep inside after the first exploratory thrust. 

“Oh… I’m in you so deep. It’s like you’re in heat…”

“What if I was?” Vitani groaned, her paw sliding down his forearms, leaving divots in the fur. “Would you fuck me in heat, Kovu? Would you be my king?”

“Yes,” Kovu hissed, knowing deep down it was the truth. He raised a paw, putting it on Vitani’s slender chest. Holding her to the ground as he humped against her lifted rump. Feeling the energy transfer down to his paw with each hard thrust.

“Oh yes, Kovu. Like that. Fuck me like I’m in heat, big brother! Be my king!”

Kovu needed no urging. He leaned forward, putting his weight into his thrusts like a lion possessed, the unorthodox position allowing him to press so deeply into Vitani that it pushed his sheath back, exposing sensitive areas of cock rarely stimulated so directly. 

Vitani gasped, revelling in the ferocity of Kovu’s thrusts. Of being pinned under him. Her paws explored down his arms, feeling the muscles bunching. Feeling his strength and basking in the knowledge, in this moment, it belonged to her and her alone.

“Oh shit,” Kovu gasped, wrapping his paw around Vitani’s arm, holding her to himself. Pulling her towards him even as he thrust into her.

“Cum for me, my king,” Vitani hissed. Kovu’s expression told her everything. The way he grit his teeth, ears swinging back. The pure, primal concentration on his face as he pressed into her, giving her everything she wanted for a second time. Her paw stroked at his face, admiring the male her brother had grown into.

“Yes. Deep inside me. Breed me, Kovu,” she gasped, playing out her fantasies aloud to him and feeling him reciprocate with action. She could feel his seed dripping across her rump. Down her belly. Her brother had grown into a virile stud of a lion king, and she was his queen.

“Ohhh… Kings,” Kovu swore like a Pridelander and Vitani laughed, pulling him towards her for a kiss as he pulled out. His barbs stung, but this time she didn’t swipe at him, even if it was tradition. She pulled him to her, allowing him to rest his bulk against her, their lips pressed together.

“I’m going to be in heat in a few days, Kovu.”

“I know, I smelled it,” Kovu admitted, rolling a little to the side so Vitani didn’t have to bear all of his weight. “What are you going to do?”

“I want to come back here. With you.” Kovu looked at her, and Vitani looked up at him, a question bold in her lavender eyes. It was the most vulnerable Kovu had ever seen her.

“We shouldn’t,” Kovu whispered, his eyes not breaking from hers. She smiled, gleaning her answer from those two words.

They shouldn't. But they would.

“So do it anyway?”

Kovu wrapped his paw around her, pulling her close to him, and she could feel him press against her, already firm and ready.

“So do it anyway.”