Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

In an instant, everything collapsed. The ruthless fucking finally broke her and, it seemed, him along with it. Daycen could hardly be sure of what he wanted or expected to happen after such treatment, but the results came nonetheless. When Solveig wrapped herself around him again, he didnt shut her away. He let her arms grip him, her legs squeeze him, and his body press firmly against her. Now his cheek moving against her own in a fit of passion, his cock absolutely throbbing and aching for the release his sister began. Her convulsing body and gripping, tight, soaking fucking cunt enveloped the stiff, swollen, member within. It was felt fat with the need to release, gliding so very deep into his dear sister for a final time. The prince twitched and pulsed inside of his twin sister, the torrent coming just after. His seed gushed from his head, the release itself a very unique sort of ache. His body trembled and shudder, his hips jerking upward and inward, letting it spurt deep and leak back, coating his cock and Solveigs clenched walls. Their climaxes met and mixed into a soaked mess, creating this slimy and positively fantastic feeling with him still inside of her. He kept her hoisted up now, with both arms, significantly easier. He panted, still rocking and dripping, every last bit to be milked. Her words were as ear, loud and booming, the blood pulsing within as is. He hardly heard what she said, hardly registered. It was slow realization for something that had happened so fast. He found himself reacting by pressing harder against her, wanting to be closer. To hold, but damned this position he had to keep her held between them, his cock inside of her. He only offered grunts and pants and agitated moans, his focus having only been keeping his release held off through the entire encounter. Now though, while not exactly thinking any clearer, he was at least thinking and acknowledging his sister as something other than his naughty fuck object. Ah-Gods, Solvi. He managed to breathe out, against her ear as the intensity began to subside. He was sensitive beyond anything he had ever felt and moving in and of itself was a difficult notion to consider. He would slowly soften inside of her before pulling out and slowly letting her slide downward between him and the wall. He wasnt sure what he could say. He wasnt sure if she meant it. Daycen had thought the very same on more than one occasion, confused and aroused and who knew what the fuck else. His mouth went to hers, giving a soft kiss over her swollen lips, still moist from the cut. His eyes closed and he breathed her in, her the scent of her perspiring body, the scent of her soaked sex. It was intoxicating, as always. Whatever had happened to this point, he always came back to the realization that his sister was his and he would be hers. Before, it was only to the extent of their new found, unholy, sessions. It would only be refusing the truth not to notice the evolution of his feelings. However Solveig felt, those words muttered in passion, Daycen couldnt help but offer her some comfort, having now spoken them. It felt as wrong and as dirty as anything else and yet, something not unexpected for siblings to exchance. When they were young and innocent, they exchanged their I love yous and this made the utterance so terribly demented. He wasnt sure if he should acknowledge, exchange it, nor was he sure if Solveig would even want such a thing. He wasnt sure if he wanted it. So much uncertainty. What it could lead to was terrifying. As with all their sin, it was also exhilarating. It was only the problem they immediately knew of. Sorting whatever the fuck was happening to them out. Neither would know Achard had overheard and watched and plotted.