Thread: Firewalk with Me (Madam Mim x EvelynWillows)

He loved making her cum. It proved to him what he always knew that his little sister loved being with him as much as he did, though she was embarrassed to admit it. They would change the way people looked at what they were doing, though, once they understood that keeping the blood pure kept the power strong. Sir Edward was a pureblood. He was blessed with powers that the common man could not understand, and powers that the ignorant feared. Even his own father, Duke Highchester, feared those who wielded magic. They thought it came from the 'evil' ancient poly-dieties of the barbarians, but Edward understood that it was something that the chosen were given. One day he would create a child with his sister. A pure child. And that child would rule over the United Kingdoms, wielding magical power openly and being hailed as the true king he was meant to be. Sir Edward felt his sister writhe underneath him as her lewd lust burst forth and caught her up in a powerful orgasm. As Lady Althea began to mew and gasp, her brother bent forth and licked her from nipple to neck, spewing his own passion over her snatch and leaking on her previously perfect bedsheets. He ended his lingua feast with a kiss on her ear. He could feel the walls of her labia twiching against his balls, and he knew that one day soon they would be clinging desperately to his cock as she came for him. Then she called out Jacques' name. Edward stilled himself at the sound of his previous commander's name. He recoiled from her body and scowled at her blindfolded face. Sir Jacques ? Still! He reached down and cruelly twisted her nipple until she cried out in pain. If I ever hear you call out his name again, Althea, I swear I'll slit his throat myself. Do you understand? There is nothing for you with that mutt! His blood is tainted! He's a disgrace to our people and one day soon he will rot in the ground ! He climbed off of her and began to dress in disgust, sickened by the thought that his sister could desire someone who was obviously of lesser blood. Not only was Sir Jacques the traitor's son, but he was a cock-sucking man-lover as well. Edward spit on the floor. He was disgusted that he had spent so many years befriending the whelp when Jack was secretly lusting over both him and his sister. The, the... Edward couldn't think of a word lowly enough to describe the man. He turned to his sister. We're leaving right after breakfast. Be ready. He didn't think he could get it up again for his sister that night after hearing her call out for Jacques. He decided to seek out a castle maid or some such to quell his anger. Someone... expendable. Down in the dungeons two guards went to check on their newest prisoner. It was odd to think of the Duke of Perigod imprisoning his own son, and his firstborn at that, but the lad had spent his entire youth and adulthood raised by Duke Highchester. In many ways he was not a Perigod. They saw the man lying in the corner, a blanket wrapped around his body and his back to the door. Hey, Jacques, one called out, clanging a metal plate on the bars, dinner's served. They waited for a moment. When the prisoner didn't move, he clanged the plate louder. Hey asshole! I don't have all day! Dinner's served! He looked at the other guard after another still moment passed. Go check it out. Why do I have to do it? asked his partner? Because I have a bigger sword, that's why! Now go wake the bastard. The other man shot his partner a glare and then went inside. He prodded the prisoner but there was no movement. He kicked him. Still nothing. Finally he turned the man over. Both guards recognized Hector, the leader of Sir Edward's guards. Both men also recognized the look a dead man had. They looked at each other in fear. The prisoner had escaped, and they would be the ones to hang since it happened on their watch. That was...if it was ever known that the prisoner had escaped. Quietly in mutual agreement, they poured oil over the body and the straw that littered the floor and set a fire. Then they ran upstairs and waited for the eventual alarms to sound.