The rocks that form the arid solo of the Pridelands crack as a firm body impacts against the sand that coats the ground of the lion’s territorial patch. “Got you again, Kion.” Warns Kiara, flaunting a vivid smile as she watches her younger sibling being pressed against the ground. “You can be bigger and stronger, but you will never be as effective as I am…” “Y-yes” Coughs Kion, feeling Kiara’s left paw crushing his throat, realizing that the lioness does not know her force precisely. “Please, move your paw… I c-can’t breathe..” Confesses the red-maned lion, ashamed of the situation he has been placed into. “Haha… Should I?” Teases Kiara, sitting firmly over Kion’s crouch, who mutters in response to the impact of Kiara’s butt over that particular area. Kion, as a stoic feline, bearer of the ‘Roars of the Elders’, and carrier of strong front and back legs, can not deal with this situation because Kiara’s hips are large, and heavy, displaying well-defined muscles, crossing the surface of her chubby cheeks, that surrounds her genitals. By the way, her labia is narrowly making contact with her brother’s crotch fur. “Y-yes, you should.” Begs Kion as his voice slowly thins down, feeling his air fade away due to the weight applied over his waist. “Well, but I won't…” Says Kiara, still carrying a bad-intentioned smile crossing her muzzle. “I heard a couple of things about you…. Little brother….” Kion, who keeps his eyes in contact with his older sister, feels the eerie displacement of Kiara’s hind quarters, heading towards his genital sheath. “O-oh yeah? What did you hear?” Asks Kion, feeling Kiara’s glutes crack dividing around his penile sheath and stretching as, slowly, the tight anus located in between his sister’s cheeks approaches. “Fuli, Rani, Jasiri… Even Kovu!...” Kiara, who had her front legs blocking Kion’s perspective of the act, moves them apart from each other, authorizing the male feline to have a clear view of his sheath getting eclipsed by her bulgy hind cheeks. “You have been busy…. Since the last time we mated.” Kiara sits, hooking her anus, in perfect alignment, with his brother's progressively shrinking penile sheath. The male, who is experiencing the wrinkled texture of the peach-furred lioness’s ass in contact with his red barbed stick, growls in a natural response to his instinctive will. “Y-yeah… But this is nothing of your business, you nosy idiot….” Kion responds with a clear demonstration of courage, not measuring the equivalent response from the antagonistic side his sister has chosen to join. “Oh, have you forgotten the last name I've mentioned?” Kiara realizes how much she enjoys the dominant role. The dominant character the Princess of the Pridelands has chosen to play is a notoriously new experience due to the fact Kovu denies any attempt from Kiara to take over the leadership during the mating process. “Kovu is my husband/mate, Kion. Do you think I enjoyed hearing from someone else that you stick your dick into his inwards?” Kiara keeps her front paws pressing Kion’s chest to keep his back pressed against the ground, avoiding offering any attempt that could be given to Kion to escape. “I….I….” Kion words don't come out because his body, without his consent, goes into a self-defense mechanism, following the well-established fact that the young lion’s words can lead him to multiple unhappy situations. “You don't have to say anything, little brother. However, I am the future queen of this land, and I can not disseminate an image that could put me in the role of weak…” The peach lioness, feeling Kion’s erect tip ‘knocking into” her anus, displaces her butt rapidly towards the male's groin and sits, immediately, over his groin, leaving his penis, still plenty erect, behind her butt. K-Kiara, pleas-... Ah!!! What the hell!” Kion's growling can be easily compared to a scream, responding to an unpredictable move applied by the female’s side who uses the strength of her tail to wrap it around his barbed shaft. “Now you are enjoying yourself, don't you?” The princess tightens the grip of the knot that's around the red-maned feline’s penis, feeling that long structure twisting inside the painful hug applied by her tail. She enjoys the feeling of his vessels pumping against her skin as much as she watches in pure bliss her younger brother opening his mouth to allow his loudest roar to come out in response to his current suffering. Kiara bites her lower lip pretty much satisfied as she watches Kion’s golden eyes get filled with tears. The female knows it's time to loosen the grip that's currently around the leader of the Lion Guard’s penis. However, the feeling of the ‘never tasted leadership’ has become addicting, and it does pretty much fulfill her hidden desires. Kiara, watching how his brother puckers his yet-uncovered by his mane forehead, decides to take a different route from the original traced way she has adopted for her plans. “Don't worry Kion” Kiara, once again, leans towards Kion’s ear; “Your pain is about to pass….” Warns the female, looking straight into Kion’s watery eyes that observe the peach lioness over his laid body, having the blue sky, with hints of orange coming from the sun setting on the West corner of the sky as the background. Kion hardly admits to himself that he always thought of Kiara as the prettiest lioness he would ever meet when they were younger. That particular idea, however, found its dead end after meeting Rani, who not coincidentally has a few similarities with his sister. Having the Queen of Night Pride by his side made the Prince of the Pridelands think he would easily forget what he felt for Kiara in secrecy so many times, but it didn't go away, and it is sparkling brighter now than any time before. W-what… What are you going to do with me?” Asks Kion, feeling his sister allowing his erect, and sore, penis to slide out of the powerful embrace given by her tail enlace. Kiara now looks aggressively into his eyes, giving the battered lion a type of anxiety he only felt on the first mission he ever had with his old Lion Guard.