V2 Chapter 91

During these past two years when they are together, the boundaries that held them together had already all but disappeared and instead was replaced by love and lust for each other.

It's as if, they are refilling all those years they had missed up until now. They are pouring all their emotions towards each other with reckless abandon, not caring about anything.

They had already opened their selves for any kind of possibilities and views, especially if your lover was an eager adventurer who lets her do whatever he wanted without any reservation. At first, Oriel was shy and slightly ashamed in bed. But as time passed by, their passion slowly become stronger and more thrilling than she could ever think and imagine. And for some reason, she was asking for more each time!

Despite her character in public, she would undergo a tremendous change in bed, in which only Cian has the privilege to see. Cian cooed and marveled at the change from the shy gal who’d sweetly rubbed her neck and avert her eyes whenever they were together before, to the confident woman in charge now.

Oriel was proven a ‘genius’ not only military aspect but also in techniques of the bed, Cian couldn’t help but smile wryly as he recalled the times when he saw her aggressiveness that seemed like a wild beast in heat, taking in charge. Men in this world might frown and felt displeased being treated like this, but as someone with a mindset as vast as an ocean cultivated in the modern era, Cian was instead felt aroused by her enthusiasm.

Oriel waited for the second or so, it took before Cian’s token resistance crumbled. He often made that he didn’t want what she offered, but he’d never said no to her. This is what she loved about him—he was still her most beloved brother that would never refuse or deny whatever she wanted.

Shrugging his shoulders inwardly, Cian’s hand reached out and then returned into playing her extremely wet and dripping virtue, caressing its soft silkiness with his gentle touch, enjoying the heat and enjoying her reaction.

Her dripping ‘love juice’ drops on his face and then straight to his gaping mouth as his tongue started lapping the entrance obediently.

“Aaah, uuuhhh~!!” Oriel moaning excitedly, reached out with her hand, placing it on his thigh and squeezing encouragingly. Her hand moving to gently caress over him as he bit his lip, his fingers pressing a little firmer against her sex, a moan escaping her lips as she arched her back.

As he continued to rub over her core, down, his cock grew harder, thickening and lengthening up, already leaning against her stomach, pulsing with eagerness. Seeing this, Oriel’s hand moved to the waist and then grasped his proudly standing ‘Knight’.

Feeling her cold hand, Cian can’t help but jump a little, surprised to feel her hand against his skin, so lost in his own actions he hadn’t even noticed as she slid her hand down to caress over his own, hard cock.

“A-ah!” She moaned out, tilting her head back as she felt his semi-rough tongue against the hot tight hole of her ass, caressing over it, wetting is as she started to slowly pump her fist up and down Cian’s hard shaft, “Yes, just like that baby, worship my ass…”

While speaking, her hand traced along Cian’s manhood, gripping him tightly by the balls she squeezed and started toying with him in her other hand. Her stroking quickly brought tingles to his extra aware cock.

Cian let out a low moan as he lay on his back, the plump rounded cheeks of her ass encompassing his face. Oriel, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying her seat as Cian worked his tongue against the tight ring of her pink hole. She smiled and moaned ever so gently, gently urging her hips forward and backward as she ground down against him. She seemed so eager to feel more of his tongue as she squeezed her thick rod between her fingers. The length slickening with pre-cum as his heavy balls got to work producing the clear liquid.

“Mmf that feels good, get your tongue right up in there and I might even reward you…” she growled in a sultry tone, her lips parted and her tongue lolling slightly as she pleasured herself.

Squirming a little, his own cock now fully hard—he did as he was bid, his tongue pressing harder to her tight hole, deepening his kiss, all but frenching her bubbly ass as she squirmed and rode his face, loving every second of his snaking tongue.

Panting she felt the need to cum rise deep within her, tempted to blow her load then and there, eager to feel the release and lighten the burden on her nuts, but she was having too much fun rubbing herself off to her brother’s handsome face.

She was like a dog, desperately marking his territory.

Leaving it until the very last moment where she began to approach the point of no return, she pulled back, leaning up to give both of them a break as she let go of his pulsing and throbbing cock, feeling the edge ebb away from her as she panted, leaning back to give herself a break. Cian thought fell desperate as he was one step away from cumming from her passionate handwork.

Cian’s eyes narrowed as he stared at him. “You’re so mean!”

This time, Cian was the one who cried out these words. His body pounced at her like a wolf attacking its prey.

“Kyaa!!” Oriel made a pleasant exclaim, attempting to struggle out from Cian’s hands but her actions were soft and couldn’t even startle a mosquito. Oriel let out a loud laugh.

Cian reached over with both hands and lightly touched the sides of her bare breasts. Oriel jumped slightly but moved even closer. He slowly moved his fingers to the underside of her breasts, caressing the soft skin, coming close to her nipples but never touching them. He then formed circles around the breasts even closer to her nipples, occasionally, brushing them as if by accident.

By then, Oriel’s chest was rising and falling as she gasped for air. Cian firmly grasped her ribcage and leaned towards her. He lightly touched her lips with his. As she moved closer to kiss him, he pulled away, then lightly, hovered his lips over hers. Crazed with lust, Oriel pulled him close to her, savagely kissing his lips. The taunting and teasing were over. Cian wrapped his arms around her and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues were dancing. They moaned as they loved each other.

Cian’s heart pounded in his chest. Pleasure surged through him. His cock twitched and twitched. Precum beaded out the slit. His balls grew hotter and hotter.

Cian noticed Oriel starting to get breathless and her eyes glazed so he pulled back. But he didn’t stop and his head slowly climbs downwards. He feasted on her glorious breasts, savoring the soft skin in between sucking the sharp points of Oriel’s nipples and listening to her breathy sighs. She’d been working so hard.

“You’re as gorgeous as ever, my sister.” Stroking Oriel’s knees, Cian’s fingers gentle but confident, he separated Oriel’s legs. “So wet,”

Oriel felt her face burned. She then shrugged, giggling. “Who’s at fault?”

“That’s just dandy to me,” Cian murmured, lowering his head to dip in between Oriel’s legs. Just the sight of her, peach-shaped derrière in the air, bluish-white hair disheveled, was enough to make Cian crave for more. Cian caught a whiff of her extraordinary scent as she passed her leg over his nostrils to straddle his face.

Her pussy was magnificent, shaved smooth with just a bit of pink inner labia protruding from the cleft. She raised herself until her inner labia just grazed his lips. Cian flicked his tongue across them.

They were soft, moist, and sweet. She spread her legs wider; her pussy lips parted exposing the entirety of her inner labia dangling just below his lips. Cian inhaled her sweet musky aroma, it was intoxicating and he ran his tongue between her pussy lips, from her perineum to her clit. She flinched from the sensation. Cian pursed his lips around one of her inner labia and gently sucked it into his mouth, massaging it between his lips.

“Ohhh,” Oriel moaned and wiggled her hips.

Cian pushed his tongue into her vaginal opening and pussy juice ran out. It was slick and sweet with a slight hint of cinnamon. Cian circled his tongue around then thrust it in further. Oriel moaned, spread her knees, and pressed her pussy onto his mouth as if asking for more. Cian rubbed his tongue on the upper wall of her vagina and contacted her G-spot. She gasped and Cian felt every muscle in her legs contract—still, he continued to work his tongue on the spot.

Oriel, on the other hand, was gasping and moaning like a breathless bitch. Taking her brother's head in her hands, Oriel pushed her lover’s face between her legs, encouraging Cian to take his fill. And Cian did just that, his hungry mouth devouring; tongue traveling slowly up Oriel’s slit before sucking on her hardened bud with abandon.

“Oh, fuck that’s good,” she moaned. “You’re making my pussy melt, Aanuel!” Her kegel muscles began to spasmodically contract around his tongue. Pussy juice flowed into Cian’s mouth once again and ran down his chin. However, ignoring how he looks, Cian pressed his tongue against her G-spot as hard as he could.

“Oh god, you’re making me cum. I want that huge cock of yours inside me, Aanuel.” She lifted herself off Cian’s face, moved down, and straddled his waist.

“You want to come again already, don’t you?” Cian grinned.

Oriel glared at her lover full of frustrations.

Sometimes Cian was infuriatingly good at reading her mind.

“Ohhh… god… y-yes… I d-do…” she confessed.

“Of course you do. My naughty, dirty girl… That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

Oriel nodded, biting her lip, relishing in Cian’s continued assault on her swelling clit.

“Y-yes… oh, god… yes…”

“Say it,” Cian commanded, and Oriel felt her knees went weak.

“I-I’m… oh god…” No matter how much she enjoyed it - and honestly believed it - it always made her so bashful to say smutty things out loud. And Cian knew it.

“Say it, or I won’t do it.” The whimper Cian’s words elicited from her made him smile.

“I… I’m your n-naughty, dirty girl,” Oriel stammered, giving in. Oriel suddenly felt scandalous and cherished and just a little berated, all at once.

“Mmm… that’s right you are,” Cian murmured, and with a light nip at her neck, he continued, “And I know you really want it, right…?” Cian asked, grinning playfully as he was able to look into her beautiful glazed blue eyes. “But now, I’m going to give you a choice.” His voice was hoarse. “I can either fuck your mouth or fuck your pussy. Choose.”

Oriel bit her lips, drunk from lust. Her inner thighs already wet with arousal.

“My pussy, Aanuel.” she muttered, her gaze glassy.

Cian grinned. Then, His lips captured hers as he leaned his head down. Oriel couldn't think. Her brain boiled beneath the heat of his kiss. His fingernails bit into her shoulders as he clutched her, causing a red patch on her jade-like skin. His palms massaged her boobs, rubbing them in slow circles as she shuddered. His tongue danced with hers, teasing her…

Oriel groaned, his lips moving against hers, teasing, kissing her. This heat billowed through her. This wonderful delight that had her heart screaming in her chest. Oriel couldn’t help but whimper into his kiss. Their lips worked together. Cian fluttered his tongue, caressing her. Dizzying waves washed through Oriel and her eyes squeezed shut as this heat swelled and swelled in her.

Cian kissed her with such passion. Their tongues danced and dueled and caressed each other. The wonderful, wicked, naughty play of their tongues shot pleasure down to Cian’s aching dick. Cian groaned, his dick twitching and throbbing and then his hand grasped his twitching erection that was already in battle--positioned his cock at her vaginal entrance.

“Uuh!” Oriel felt something pushing deep into her dripping sex and let out a shivering moan.

She wanted to scream but couldn’t.

Her whole body was on fire. Cian had to do, and he had to do it now. What was he waiting on? She could feel hot liquid as it dripped from the tender folds of her skin and onto the bed. He wasn’t going to tease her again. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.

Then it happened. She felt his strong, hard manhood as it slid, effortlessly, into her. She screamed with pleasure. Her whole body screamed with pleasure. It was obvious that the teasing and taunting of foreplay were over. He was at the right height and could easily slam it deep into her. She screamed with pleasure at every thrust that he made.

“Oh, Aanuel!” Oriel cried as he gave her exactly what she’d been wanting since a while ago. Her inner walls squeezed around his thickness as he mounted her, moving as deep inside as he could go, hitting – oh, what was that? – a spot he never had before, in a way that immediately filled her with intense pleasure.

“Just like that,” Oriel said, her eyes fixed on his, wrapping her legs around him as tightly as she could, arching her back so she could get the full effect, so powerful it was almost uncomfortable, but in a way, Oriel found she loved.

Bucking her hips as Cian pounded away, never tearing her gaze from his. Oriel watched a wondrous smile grow over his face and knew that she was making a similar expression. Together, in their bed on an early winter morning, they were soaring to new heights.

“Please,” Oriel moaned as Cian clenched her wrists, an exquisite pain she knew she’d remember always. “I need you now.” Taking her cue, Cian began thrusting, harder and faster and more, until the feeling within Oriel became too much to bear and she shattered into a million pieces— her first orgasm came within seconds, the second and third minutes later. He picked up speed, slamming home even faster.

Oriel was delirious with pleasure. Her orgasms seemed to be coming with every thrust. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. She had never experienced anything like this before. He was man enough. That was for sure.

After her continued coming, Cian halted and had to hold still for a while, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would explode. He wanted her to come at least once more, with him, and he didn't want her to tease him, the way she sometimes used to if they hadn't seen each other in a while and he finished before she'd had a chance to get started.

"You feel so good," she whispered . . . and then Cian couldn't hold back any longer. Plunging inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Oriel moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.

"Oh, baby," he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a prayer. Cian’s hardness piercing her again and again and again until Cian, too, threw his head back and roared his finish before collapsing on top of her.

Oriel stroked his hair as they caught their breath in tandem, the pounding of their hearts barreling through the silence. Cian propped himself up, smooched Oriel’s lips until she giggled. “Good for you, my love?”

“Yesssss,” she purred, resting her head on the goosedown pillow and closing her eyes, pleasure thrumming through every inch of her body. “Very, very good.”

Cian smiled.

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