Pinned and Bred by Her Brother

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Against a Lioness' Will

Savannah groaned, the lioness with her face pressed into the bed, the ringing in her ears. Everything had happened so quickly, being dragged out of the shower, trying to grab her towel, the torn edge of it lying across her calf as she tried to kick out, though found herself too weak to do so.

"No... Please..."

No, she didn't want it, not as her older brother loomed over her, his thick lion mane making him look larger and taller, more dominant, than he was. Well, at least more so than she had ever thought he was. Kahn had seemed quiet, seemed gentle, but maybe that was because she had never seen the true side of him before.

And now she had it, her golden-blonde hair spilling around her head in a false halo as he pinned her down, his chest bare, his shorts slipping further and further down around his thighs. His prick was out already and that was something that Savannah very much did not want to think about.

How had she even gotten on the bed? She remembered being in the shower, him opening the door, her screaming at her brother to get out... She'd forgotten to lock it, being that her college dorm one locked when someone went in, to prevent accidents, even if it was not quite safe - it could still be unlocked from the inside. Her brother, however, had pressed on, closing the distance between them, grabbing her wrist, his teeth bared in a feral snarl that pulled his lips back from his sharp teeth.

That look had terrified her. Kahn hadn't even had to say anything, nothing at all, hauling her out. At first, she had thought that something was wrong, growling and shaking, worrying for her parents. But they were out and, apart from them, the house was silent and empty bar her crying, the wracking heaves of her chest.

"You grew up into such a pretty slut..." He rumbled above her. "Why would you hide this away?"

Savannah blinked. What? No... No, he couldn't mean it. No, not at all. Not even as he pressed her chest into the bed, her breasts squashed into the mattress, only a sheet between her and it, his hand heavy in the middle of her shoulder blades. As much as she squirmed, she was small and slight for a lioness, built for agility rather than muscle, her brother more easily bulked up. She'd thought that he was going to the gym or something while she was at college and he was working out what to do with his life...but that was of no matter at the end of it.

There was little she could do against him, her mind going blank, freezing up, her nails digging into the bed, reminiscent of claws that she could have used to fight him off with. His prick nudged between her thighs, a knee shoved between hers, keeping her legs apart, as much as the anthro lioness wanted to close them again. If she could close them, maybe she could hold things off, stop things from happening, keep him away from her for just a little bit longer.

Maybe... Savannah didn't hold much hope, not as his sharper nails cut into her back. The lick of blood on the air clawed at the back of her throat, need coursing through her, though she did not register it as her own.

Out, out... There had to be somewhere she could go, something she could do, though she had to try. He bore down over her, growling deep in the back of his throat, rumbling softly, though there was nothing gentle about how his paws locked down on her. He used his weight against her, prying apart her legs, even as Savannah's chest heaved, her eyes wide and staring, half covered by the bed.

Kahn forced her head down, shoving her nose into the bed, and she hoped against hope that he wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do, praying to any listening gods. As expected, however, there wasn't anyone listening, no one at all, no one there for her, though that was one of the many reasons that she had moved out to study after turning eighteen, finishing high school. Two years away had not helped her grow in the ways that mattered, however, though what female in the world could have known to stay vigilant when they were showering in her family home?

She gasped, panting, squeezing out tears, his prick finding her entrance and cramming its way in, inch after vile inch. She should have been safe at home, yet someone, her own brother, had found a way to take advantage of her, using and abusing her. She'd never thought of them as close, but she had always loved him as her brother.

After that, well... Kahn would not be anything to her. It was not needed, not in any way, not as he took her viciously, driving into her body with short, savage thrusts. He snarled, swearing, not caring that she was squirming in pain under him, that she was dry, that she wasn't interested in him, that there was no chance of her being into him at all.

There was no way for her to get into his head, her pussy burning, though it was not at all the kind of ache that she wanted down there. Not like when she was with someone that she was attracted to, someone who had gone down on her prior, lapping deeply up into her pussy until she was wet and dripping and literally begging for it.

That was when she'd wanted sex. Not her brute of her brother pushing over her, grinding deep, half his cock inside her, stretching her out. He was huge, or, at least, he felt bigger than anyone she'd had before. If there was one small thing that she could be a tiny bit grateful for, it was that they had lost the sharp, pointed barbs over evolution - when it came to most feline anthros, that was. They were soft and rounded, but they were added stimulation that she most desperately didn't want to consider being any worse than it was.

It was bad, so bad, but her brain would not lockdown, would not take her away from the moment. She'd thought that that could happen if anything really bad happened, but it was as if she was there in the moment to stay, grunting, sobbing, wracked with emotion that she could not put a name to. It was not as if Savannah had ever thought that she would have to, but she'd trusted her body to do what it needed to, to always keep her safe.

But she was not safe, not when someone else took it upon themselves to hurt her. That was not her fault and it was not her fault either how her body responded, aching, pulsing, sending blood flow to her nether regions, her opening softening, warming through. It helped, only a little, her body responding to the stimulation.

Yet it was hard and rough, the entire length of his cock sliding into her with a heady slop and a pleased growl from the lion above her. If she didn't think about it, maybe it could just be rough sex, rough sex with someone that she had allowed to do it to her. But it wasn't and no matter how much she weakly tried to tell herself that it was not as easy as that. It wasn't easy to try to pretend that what was happening to her was not happening, though the heat in her body spread.

It was hard to tell whether it was sick shame or some kind of low, bodily arousal. Her mind was not with it, most certainly, aching, pounding, her heart beating far too quickly. Savannah's breath came in snatches as he slammed into her, though it never seemed to be enough, not in any way, her head spinning. She bit the sheets, tearing through, though she wished it was her sick brother's hide that she was biting instead, slicing into him, forcing him back.

Yet she'd never stood a chance against him when everything had been planned, when he had looked to use and abuse her from the offset. Only later would Savannah realise it.

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