Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Their relationship was a destructive one, that much was certain. She was almost giddy with anticipation as she saw the rage cross her brothers features. Always so easy and quick to anger. Hatred was safe, much safer than the ridiculous display of emotion he showed earlier. Simply put, Solveig did not know how to deal with her brothers show of affection. How do you go from hating someone for years and years, to go to something completely else in a matter of weeks. No, this hatred, Daycens force, was something Solveig was comfortable with. Expected. Needed. Craved The yank at her hair nearly made her cry out with sheer glee. She almost had herself convinced that Daycen knew this was all part of the game, their game. That this was their twisted dance of foreplay. Her composure faltered slightly when she was slammed into the wall. Daycen didnt hold back, his strength unleashed upon her, and knocking the wind straight out of her. Her body would bruise and her body would ache come morning. Still gasping for air, she couldnt reply and couldnt do anything but have her head tilted up by Daycens forceful fingers. It hurt, the way his thumb pressed into her right cheek and the rest of his fingers in her left. She glared up defiantly, accepting the challenge readily. There was a little unlady-like huff of frustration as she tried to shake her head free of his forceful grip, but found she was unable to. And then the rip came at her bodice, and Solveigs eyes widened incredulously. What the hell Dice! I need to get to our chambers like a princess not a 2-coin whore! her breasts half-exposed to the cool air in the cellar, she could not help but to feel the adrenaline rush over her features as she heard her brother undo his breeches. Despite the words, she did not put up a fight as she was raised from the ground, Daycens prying, devilish fingers crossing her thighs and inching closer to her already soaked cunt. She wanted him, she wanted him more than she wanted anyone or anything else. Her face was a beautiful cocktail of excitement, anger, lust and a hint of fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear that Daycen could take her life at any second, his strength far more superior than hers. And fear.. fear for the future. That fear, at least, Daycen took away the instant she felt the tip of his cock push at her tight little entrance. And then his words washed over her and she fucking shivered , not bothering to hide from her brother what kind of impact he had on her. She could never hide from him again. She had acted juvenile and petty upstairs, she wanted him angry, and now she got him angry. Angry, possessive, brutal, dominant. All traits her brother possessed and she loved him for it. Loved? Solveigs thoughts did not linger. In fact, they flew straight out of the window the moment brother thrust himself fully into sister, a cry leaving the latters lips. There was, once more, nothing sweet about their union. It was a necessity, a carnal need for each others bodies. Her arms came to wrap around Daycens neck and back, her nails digging into to the fabric, hanging on, trying to gain enough leverage for her hips to meet her brothers. It was to no avail. She was at his mercy, being fucked up against the wall, into the wall of Daycen could, her slick walls gripping her brothers cock in a tight embrace as he ruined her, over and over again, thrusting his hardness into her aggressively, violently. He had not fucked her like this since their first night, when he needed to teach her a lesson after she had tried to kill him. Not even their last night at the castle, when Solveig had tried to very poorly get rid of Achard. Daycen had shown her that night that she belonged to him. The punishment had been cruel, but near loving. There was nothing loving about this. There was simply no room for it. And Solveig reveled in the moment. The music coming from upstairs, the ignorant peasants, not knowing what brother and sister were doing, not knowing that they were committing to the high Gods and low alike.. Ah GODS! Dice! YES! AHhN! The scream was peeled from her throat soon enough and one hand found its way in her brothers hair. In the midst of her punishment, she managed to grab a fistful of hair, yanking his head backwards slightly, or attempting to do so. Solveig wanted to see his face and she wanted him to watch hers, she wanted them both to realize what they were doing. She wanted the splitting image, male and female, to watch each other. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to bite him, she wanted him . A dark chuckle escaped her lips as she watched Daycen, sweat starting to drip down her brow, her neck, her half-exposed chest. This was the Daycen she knew. This was the brother she grew up with. Ruthless. Violent. And hers. The hiss came soon after. Mine .