A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 13

The sensation of being filled below made it hard to breathe. I clenched my eyes shut, enduring this bizarre sensation, while Lionel kept kissing my eyes incessantly.

 

 

 

“H-How long will you keep entering? Ugh, ah, ah… Lionel.”

 

 

 

“Ha… so tight.”

 

 

 

Overwhelmed with sorrow and pain, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I forgot Lionel was my brother and pleaded with him, telling him I was in pain. Lionel soothed me with tender kisses but mercilessly penetrated me below. The pressure of him pushing against my inner walls made me lose my sanity.

 

 

 

“Sister, haaa, look at me.”

 

 

 

“Is it… all in?”

 

 

 

Tears glued above my eyelashes distorted my vision until Lionel wiped them away with his lips, clearing my sight. Lionel smiled gently in response to my question. I thought his smile was as beautiful as sunlight shattering over dew. And then, with a loud thump, his p*nis surged inside me.

 

 

 

“Ah!”

 

 

 

“Haaaa…It’s so hot, and tight. Sister, I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

 

 

 

The relentless penetration finally came to an end. My mouth was agape with my face totally pale, and Lionel captured every detail of my expression with his eyes that seemed to have lost all sense of reason.

 

 

 

He began to thrust fiercely, grunting with effort.

 

 

 

“Ah, ah! Oh, ah!”

 

 

 

“I like you sister…I like you so much. So much more than you can imagine. Hhaaaa, ah!”

 

 

 

“Slow down, here, in the carriage, ah!”

 

 

 

I felt the carriage shake below me and Lionel’s rough movements above. It was like being in the eye of a storm, unable to gather my thoughts. I felt nauseous.

 

 

 

Thud, Lionel’s hand with his taut veins, suddenly touched the window of the carriage. Then, as Lionel began to thrust more vigorously, the carriage shook violently with his powerful movements, it was to the point that anyone outside could figure out what was happening inside due to the intense shaking.

 

 

 

The pain transformed into pl*asure in an instant. I muffled my moans, which burst out like screams, with both hands.

 

 

 

Lionel bit down hard on the back of my hand.

 

 

 

“Haaa, ahh, please make a sound, sister. We should let everyone know how close we siblings are.”

 

 

 

I shook my head, tears of pl*asure streaming down my face.

 

 

 

“The sound of your moans would make the horses er*ct, wanting to mount you.”

 

 

 

“Eup, haaa. ahh, move, heup..slow..slowly…heuk..please, ahh!”

 

 

 

“…Haa. And they would be jealous of my c*ck inside your hole. Don’t worry. I have no intention of sharing you with a horse.”

 

 

 

Puck, Puck. The sounds of flesh colliding and fl*ids mixing heated my skin chaotically. Pl*asure surged uncontrollably fast. I eventually screamed out loud, hugging Lionel’s neck tightly. Lionel pulled his p*nis out to the end, then thrust it back in deeply with the strength of his hips. I trembled with my limbs from the intense org*sm, and Lionel also released his fl*id inside me, letting out a beast-like groan.

 

 

 

“Hah… Hah…”

 

 

 

Lionel gently pressed his lips to mine. I gazed at my reflection in the blue of his eyes, and my gaze completely softened.

 

 

 

At some point, the carriage had stopped. A short while later, it started moving again at the coachman’s shout. Despite the cl*max, my mind, soaked in pl*asure, couldn’t ponder why we had paused. All I felt was the p*nis, still terrifyingly enlarged, filling the inner walls completely.

 

 

 

Lionel rose with it still inside me. As he sat back deeply against the carriage, I found myself sitting atop his thighs. His large hands gripped my waist entirely. Then, he gently rocked me back and forth. The p*nis, filling me up, stimulated my entire insides, and pl*asure rose within me again. I grabbed his chest as a support and moved my waist on my own.

 

 

 

“Ah… Ahh, hmm… yes. Hm, Lionel.”

 

 

 

Lionel’s chest swelled and deflated repeatedly. I wanted to see his body hidden under the clothes, the one he said he sculpted for me. I didn’t stop moving my hips as I started to strip him. My hands slipped while I tried to unbutton his shirt. When I sighed, Lionel tore his clothes off himself.

 

 

 

A perfect, ecstatic body was revealed. I kneaded his overflowing pectoral muscles before sliding my palms over his sharply defined abs.

 

 

 

Lionel stared intently at me, intoxicated by his body. Suddenly, he thrust his pelvis upwards. I swallowed my breath as a sharp pl*asure spiked to the top of my head. My hands on his abs trembled, and Lionel swept my hair back behind my ears.

 

 

 

“Let’s move together, sister.”

 

 

 

“…….”

 

 

 

“Like you’re crazy for having s*x with your younger brother.”

 

 

 

“…Lionel.”

 

 

 

We explored each other passionately. We greedily mixed our saliva and breath. I grabbed Lionel’s chest, and he embraced my back and waist with his muscular arms. Enveloped in his embrace, I matched his rough, rising movements.

 

 

 

“Ah, uh, ah… Hmm, hmm!”

 

 

 

“Do you like it, hah, sister… Ah, I’m going crazy. Hoo…”