Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Solveig made a whimper of annoyance when her hands were removed, unable to hold on, but instead forcefully pinned against the wall behind her. Daycens ruthlessness continued, unrelenting. There was a slight struggle and suddenly she felt his hands at her hips and then ass. She wrapped her legs around her brothers waist a bit tighter, in apprehension perhaps, as she felt her ass cheeks be spread more, her hips angled more, his cock pushing into her more, harder, deeper . She had never felt him this deep before, unmoving. The noises of pleasure ceased as Daycen remained buried inside her and for once Solveig was muted into silence. She didnt know what to do. It was.. of course it was fantastic, her brother buried inside of her, but that deep and without moving? Without the thrusts? It was.. strange if not uncomfortable, it pushed against her insides in an odd manner, as if someone reached inside and grabbed a fistful of.. something . There was no where to run for it, even as she tried to wiggle away, his cock stroked that thing inside of her that was neither pleasure or pain. Before, she would howl whenever Daycen would fuck her and strike that spot deep inside of her.. now it was different. Now, it seemed as if he knew how to manipulate it. Hn.. Dice.. Dont.. She looked at Daycens face, and he would be able to see the sudden shock of fear that invaded her eyes. Finally, she started to come to grips with the situation and the fact that it was out of her hands. The slap at her cheek made her realize further just what kind of a mood Daycen was in and what she had done to push him there. There wasnt much that she could do except hiss from the sting at her cheek, before any words were choked right out of her. Her brother would be able to feel the impact it had on her, as his fingers gripped at her throat. The walls around her brothers cock tightened and pulsed instantly, both in arousal and trepidation. Solveig eagerly met his lips, hungrily, suddenly craving a bit of affection. Her lips and tongue sought his, but she too was denied of that, instead she was left with a cut lip. She cried out instantly, cursing loudly and trying to wiggle away from him again. It only made her impale herself further on her brothers cock, which consequently made her cry out again. She was at her brothers mercy once more, although this time.. this time she feared she might have pushed him too far. This time, she had not a single shred of control over the situation. She was his to fuck. His to toy with. His to use. It was both exhilarating and frightful at the same time. To make matters worse, the hand was at her throat, squeezing, depriving her of air. She gasped and struggled and mewled pathetically, before she reminded herself that she was a fucking princess, she did not deserve to be treated like this! And then he started to slowly thrust himself into her again, deeper, harder, faster, with every single thrust. Solveig could hardly breathe as he fucked her, owned her, claimed her. Hardly speak. That didnt stop her from trying though. Hn-HN! D-Dice! It hurt and she didnt want to say it hurt, but she wanted him still, silly little thing. She had brought this judgement upon herself. The anticipation of rough fucking was shattered, and Solveig was left in uncertainty. Ah-AH Dice! Its! Please! I cant! Through the flickers of light, Daycen would be able see a slight regret cross her features, and the little pleading noises started to tumble down her lips. Her brother, she was his, from now until forever. Her pride was slowly shattering, with every single strike and every single thrust, she felt her anger slip away. Another thrust, another, her cunt soaking wet, wet for her brother, coating his cock with her excitement, feeling how it threatened to spill and trickle down her thighs. PLEASE! Brother! Listenn- a gasp for air, a struggle against his body, hers starting to drench in perspiration, ruining her beautiful little skirt and bodice. Im sorry! Im sorry! Please! I need-! What did she need? More? Harder? Faster? The painful coil in her stomach from his aching deep thrusts begged to be released.