Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Daycen watched and studied every contorted expression of anguish and fear and, of course, regret. It was what he wanted, absolutely, but he wanted more. He wasnt done. He would relinquish the hold at her throat, temporarily to let his sister gasp and suck at air that had become suddenly so precious. After the tease of life, he would press again, applying the hard pressure to keep her bumbling words coming with struggle. He wasnt in the right mind to listen to anything. He leaned against her, his head coming to press and rest against the side of her face. The sting of the slap would still be fresh. Daycens hair was damp with sweat and wine. He used her to keep him upright and steady, the his dominance coming at a physical price. He caught his breath and fought to keep his orgasm at a distance. It wasnt easy. That dull pain was there, just under the head, throbbing and beggin its own release. How fantastic it would be for release. To erupt and fill his sister, relieving himself, calming himself. But it wasnt time. He wasnt ready. She deserved this as far as he was concerned. The result of a broken, spoiled, mind. Fragile as their egos were, the complicated nature of their relationship had him cracking. His sanity was an odd thing of jumbled thoughts and confused affections. This incestuous bond of theirs, so obviously fucking corrupt and yet brother couldnt get enough. He feared he would never get enough. He fucking loved that he might never get enough. His sister had his mind splintered, much as it was his own fault, and her taunting wouldnt be forgiven. He was the Prince . He was supposed to be heir to the throne. Instead, chaos. This sister fucking, it drove him mad and he wouldnt have it any other way. Perhaps it was the Gods cruel brand of punishment. Perhaps this was simply what happened with such a taboo of incest. Craving and fucking and loving the sister. Loving? It could not be, they couldnt allow it to be. And yet, here Daycen was, so very unsure. And so he fucked her harder, rougher, deeper. Faster and Godsdamned gloriously, much at her expense. The reaction at his still cock inside of her was something he suddenly craved again and so he would have it. His hips bucked upward, thrusting his erection between his sisters legs, the shaft keeping her petals parted and the begging head swollen, ready to burst his seed into the princess. He stopped once he felt he was deep as he could manage. He ached, torturing himself to get to her, it was overwhelming. He wanted release, stuffed and unmoving within dear Solvi. It never came. He used his body to shoves hers back against the wall again as the forceful pounding suddenly continued. The euphoria took his entire body as his manhood assaulted the wet, sticky, mess between them. The shaft glided along the soaked walls, the wet noise still a constant between them as he rammed her time and time again. It wouldnt be much longer now, it was fast becoming impossible to hold off another second. -- General Achard had given more than a few knocks to bother the prince and princesss doors. Neither answered. It was a bold move, absolutely, but Achard had had his fill of wine and the suspicion was the foremost of his thoughts. This didnt help matters. It was getting late, the celebrating outfits continued in the great hall below, but neither sister nor brother were found. The man wore far more comforting clothing now. His armor kept in his room and he wore simple cloth with the embroidered pattern of his house vibrantly displayed on his upper right chest, so no confusion could be had to who he was. He strode through the Inn, eyes sharp and never finding. He ventured outside, past the royal, extravagant, carriage and the many horses gathered about in the stables. He was beginning to wonder, maybe, if they simply ignored his pestering or had truly fallen deep asleep from the ride. Achard wondered around to the side of the building, the urge to piss suddenly coming over him. He was just about to pull free his flaccid member before his ears caught the stifled noises. If it wasnt for his incessant need to follow this through, he might not have caught the sounds at all. Oh, the unpleasant sounds. His face went aghast though, however, by what I saw. He bent and peered through the dirty window, squinting through the ruined glass and making out the man. Prince Daycen taking a girl in the cellar. It might not be a sight to surprise on its own, but once his eyes noted just who his royalty was fucking, his chance was presented. Foul incestuous whore. Achard muttered, disgusted, and he spat then lingering far beyond anything appropriate, watching the two siblings. Watching Daycen pound away. Then, Achard wondered, if it was, indeed, rape. Solveig pinned and struggling, crying out, muffled apologies. He felt the urge to interrupt, save her, suddenly in dismay. Seconds soon enough, hell be sure, watching and listening for Princesss protests or sounds of pleasure.