Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

The sudden spew of red into his face came as a surprise. Daycen recoiled and his eyes instinctively shut. The scent flooded his nostrils and then the sting came, at both eyes and nose with whatever he managed to breathe and shut in. The taste was at his lips, the mix of wine and saliva, his bitch of a sister desecrating his face with her foul behavior. Some of the spittle marked and stained the collar of his clothing, leaving tiny red dots. Gods, Solveig, you fucking cunt. He spoke through the fabric of his lower undershirt as he brought it up to wipe away the insult, leaving it ruined as well. He was infuriated and his expression show. It wasnt even about conquering his little twin now, he was blind with rage. The prince reached out to grab at the back of his sisters head, taking a handful of hair at the base of her ponytail as he led her to the nearest wall of the cellar, not far off. Just beneath a dirty, corroded up, window. He promptly slammed her into the surface with all his strength. Whatever pain she felt, he didnt give her a moment of respite. I dont know whats gotten into you, sister. Daycen started, bringing his left hand to grab at her face, his thumb pressing against one side and fingers on the other, forcing her to look straight at him. His right arm was brought across her chest, keeping her pinned against the wall. And I dont care, but Im going to enjoy breaking you. His hands went to the top of her bodice and grabbed opposite sides at the collar and tore at the fabric with a hard downward motion, enough to take Solveig down if he wasnt pinning her quite so. It was ripped some of the fabric away, leaving half her bosom exposed and whatever she wore beneath. He left her unsecured, momentarily, and if she wouldnt have time to recover enough to react, he would reach down and undo the frustration that was his breeches, tugging them down his body only partly before his semi-rigid cock felt the cool cellar air. The familiar rush returned, but this was about far more than such. This was punishment. Although, perhaps he had forgotten just how much Solveig enjoyed her punishment. Exposed now, he lowered a bit, letting his hands begin to hike up the long skirt his sister wore until he found the bare flesh of her thighs beneath. With a quick stride upward and little struggle, he brought his sister up and against the wall, the back of her head nearly meeting the window now. He had her pinned between the wall and him, her hips at his. It was a bit of a struggle, but with the support of the wall he kept her propped with one arm under her right side. His left went to guide his member to her, only moving the panties to the side as his cock found and remember the entrance that belonged to him. Only the head penetrated at first, the mushroom tip slipping its ridges along her walls only enough to tickle. Tonight Solveig, sweet sister, you hurt. He spoke, watching her face, his own slightly reddened from the wine still. And then, his hips moved in a rough thrust and brother began to fuck sister yet again. This time, more than ever, Daycen was pounding his sister with the vilest intent since the first night. Only to punish, show he was stronger. Now with a very strong desire to leave his sister wrecked and so very thoroughly abused. Whatever it would entail. The music still came happily from upstairs as they remained hidden amongst the shelves and barrels. It was far more dangerous than ever before and if Daycen could dare think rationally for more than a few hours, he would realize it. Instead, he felt it more important to teach the princess this lesson amongst the company of knights, patrons and a very nosy General. One of the many thorns amongst this twisted rose of passion the siblings had found through lust of power. So forbidden, this sweet flower of his sister and the fit of her pussy around his eager cock. As with every blossom, the petals must one day fall.